Face in the Sand

Everyone's waiting for something to happen

Everybody's waiting for something to see

Lunatics waiting for bigger disasters

Everyone's waiting for news on TV

Winding lives at the end of the spiral

Waiting dictators with their next big thrill

Everyone's looking but no one is listening

Everybody wants to be in at the kill

I wait for the signs, they tell me true

I see the signs of the end time

Everyone's searching but nothing's revealing

Everyone's looking for the reason why

Everyone's hoping for life ever after

Everyone's looking at death from the sky

Everyone's nightmares are going to happen

Everybody's ripping the mask from their eyes

Everyone's praying but no ones believing

Everybody's heroes tell everyone's lies

I wait for the signs, they tell me true

I see the signs of the end

So I watch and I wait

And I pray for an answer

An end to the strife and the world's misery

But the end never came

And we're digging the graves

And we're loading the guns for the kill

Can the end be at hand?

Is the face in the sand?

Future memory of our tragedy

Can the end be at hand?

Is the face in the sand?

Future memory of our tragedy

So I watch and I wait

And I pray for an answer

An end to the strife and the world's misery

But the end never came

And we're digging the graves

And we're loading the guns for the kill

Can the end be at hand?

Is the face in the sand?

Future memory of our tragedy

Can the end be at hand?

Is the face in the sand?

Future memory of our tragedy