27 Jun 2002
In their shining ships they come from a country far beyond
Searching for a new Eden
With heaven on their minds, swords and bullets blessed
Destiny manifest
Sifting through the smoking suburbs looking for some kind of trace
Oh the accidents of arson and grace
On the morning that we left we were gone without a trace
And the new world was shining from your face
Running through the city sewers beneath the cloud of smog
There is writing on the wall
Armageddon’s seeping through every single crack
The line of barges turning back