Here in this night
  In the darkest of hours
  I feel a cold wind that tells
  Of a storm front drawing near
  
  It speaks of greed and of hunger
  Of envy and dread
  Tells of the anger and hate
  That arose from the fear
  
  Who said life's easy
  Who said life's fair
  Who said good luck will be with those who dare
  
  To follow their heart, and not follow their fear
  And if the good all die young
  Then who are all those still here
  
  Take a look around you
  See what you've got
  You just see what you don't have
  And of that you still have a lot
  
  The sky is the limit
  The sky's not enough
  The tough keep going
  Not only when the going gets rough
  
  It seems we all
  Don't worry much
  About what is happening
  Left and right of us
  
  But even if I try my hardest
  Not to care
  One question remains
  And I'd like to hear your answer
  
  Acting on target
  At robotic speed
  Recklessly feeding
  Your robotic needs
  
  No minute wasted
  Emotions refused
  Your brain's exploited
  Your heart remains unused
  
  It seems we all...
  
  Name your price
  How much is it to buy your loyalty
  I'll do so, if I can afford
  
  Name your price
  How much do you charge to show remorse
  To throw your indifference overboard
  
  Won't you once
  Think just a little while about
  What you will leave behind
  When you decease
  
  Won't you once
  Just once be good for something
  Good for someone
  Good for yourself at least
  
  Here in this night
  In the darkest of hours
  I feel a cold wind that tells
  Of a storm front drawing near
  
  It speaks of greed and of hunger
  Of envy and dread
  Tells of the anger and hate
  That arose from the fear
  
  Who said life's easy
  And who said life's fair
  Who said good luck will be with those who dare
  
  To follow their heart not their fear
  And if it's hope that dies last
  Why do all us hopeless still live
  
  Brother kills sister
  Father kills son
  Religion kills reason
  Reason becomes undone
  
  The end always
  Justifies the means
  Just running a program
  Rooted deeply in our genes
  
  It seems we all...
  
  Name your price...
  
  I have no faith
  In a God above
  But if I had
  Then this would be my prayer:
  
  Oh Seven Seas
  Raise all your waves
  And take this Flesh back home