In the night, when your ghost comes to call on you
You are right, there ain't so much that you can do
You're a stranger even to yourself, and your bed is cold as the grave
It's that old serpent biting it's own tail
Ride on sisters, hand it on
Ride on brothers, it won't be long
In the now, I see only limitations
Don't know how to make the best of my situation
And all you carriers of lights, all you prophets of the dawning day
We're already here, and it's already late
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