Lyrics: Jeff Collier
Music: Stefano Castagna/Fabio Trentini
2020 Vision
Well, who knew?
Up to your old tricks
And in your bag,
the apocalypse
Whatever comes
I want to greet it with the confidence
of open eyes
Whatever comes
I will remember there’s a time to kneel
and a time to rise
You favor
flavor of the meek
You savor
the poor and weak
Him, face down
pinned and bound
(Breathe, breathe, stay…)
Now he knows
some kneel, but not to pray
Fever dreams
Veins in flames
Flames reflected,
in the windowpane
Screams of pain
Siren screams
Fever dreams
Dreams in flames
Oh god, the flames,
the scenes
The things I’ve seen,
or dreamed?
A riderless horse in the rain,
chaos at the reins
Chaos reigns
And in the downpour
the old steed, vain to the core,
wild-eyed and ready for war,
he snorts and spits
and kicks down the door,
and neighing like a curse
he gallops headlong
onto the ICU ward
Whatever comes
I want to greet it with the confidence
of open eyes
to spot the lies
Whatever comes
I will remember there’s a time to kneel
and a time to rise
with open eyes
So, rise