Where will you be when the moon turns to blood, when the sun won't shine and the stars fall from above'
Has love kept you high or pride taken you low'
The elements are coming apart, atoms letting go.

First will be last,
The last shall be first,
Hungry shall be fed while the filled will thirst.

You can take every breath with the devil's daughter,
The carnage of your passion leads you to the slaughter,
Just a memory of her face, mindless, begs your sleep,
Break free of the confused bondage of disbelief.

The first will be last,
The last shall be first,
Hungry shall be fed while the filled will thirst.

(Proverbs 7:27 backwards, then forwards: Her house is the way to hell, going down to the chambers of death)

Cities glow and the kings rise and fall,
Conviction of your soul leaves you walking on the walls,
Chandeliers glisten with reflection of light,
Dancing in the shadows, shutting out the night.

The first will be last,
The last shall be first,
The hungry shall be fed while the filled will thirst.