High above the mountains, and far below the
waves lie the only places free of all malaise
that mankind has caused

Tired of all the nonsense, and tired of all the bull
Bet against me, underestimate this
fool - roll your dice


The guns are drawn for the final stand
When you force the hand of the gambling man

The rivers rise as the moon desires
Only your reflection shows no scars


The sun brings the golden hands,
but tonight it's the end of the line
Turn away from the helping hand

Salvation is wasting your time
Blood spills at the sacrifice
Your children give you every last drop

So in denial when you're sicker,
and it just won't stop


The guns are drawn for the final stand
When you force the hand of the gambling man
The rivers rise as the moon desires

Only your reflection shows no scars