The Next Age

Who will empathize with this question It's been 2,000 years since the resurrection Who will meet my eyes when I talk Of the second crucifixion of God A voice still cries in the wilderness The blood of the moon We've waiting for 2,000 years We still cry for manna In the kingdom of Heaven There's water in the desert somewhere When could we admit that Eden is gone When do you build a home in Babylon The shadow of the apocalypse has stretched so long Is it an issue of waiting Or has it all already come A voice still cries in the wilderness The blood of the moon We've waiting for 2,000 years We still cry for manna In the kingdom of Heaven There's water in the desert somewhere I wanna see the end Of this aquarian age But what then? This book always needs another page So what if love remained the same In the next age And the next age And the next age And the next age