Fools Fold Their Hands (Grievous Evils Under the Sun)

Watch the futures
 Morphing of the lands
 Separations
 Destruction by the hands
 I thought a hundred times that I believed in more
 But the simplicity is chalking up the score
 We survive
 Only by our nature
 Basic cells
 Forming nomenclature
 10 hundred-thousand years I'll bleed the burning mud
 And all the agony is useless as our blood
 Hunters, gatherers
 Rolled up into plaster
 Psychotic visions
 Of an ecclesiastic master
 I know the day has come, we're looking down the hole
 And all the commonwealth is going out the door
 So we sit
 Moulded in our minds
 Folded limbs
 Turning through the times
 I thought a hundred times that I believed in more
 But now I lighten up and wait for what's in store