Progeneration

In time creation will whittle and die
Consume the earth and hide the lie
And you will stem the tide of divide
When you present the tears they've cried

Oooooooohhh release me from the end, son
Oooooooohhh hold me when the time comes
When the time comes
When the time comes

Strain and stumble, you'll rise from the floor
To meet fate knocking at the door
Let her in and time will stand still
While fires burn up on the hill

Oooooooohhh release me from the end, son
Oooooooohhh hold me when the time comes
When the time comes
When the time comes
When the time comes