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They say the bottom’s falling, no one to catch the pieces

They say it’s getting colder, the writing’s on the wall

They say we can’t go near it, don’t step on broken glass

They say, don’t you hear it? I say they’ve lost their grasp.

The world that I’m standing on is lost somewhere in time

The day of reckoning, of he who walks through time.

They say they have the answers, answers for it all

They say it’s a sickness, no need for any cure

Just feed it lots of money, that will make it better

They say that'll do it, I say they’ve lost their minds.

The world that I’m standing on is right on time

The day will come, the reckoning, of he who walks through time.

As we go on turning, they’ll try to knock us off

Our lives will keep on shining, they’ll pay any cost

They’ll say it’s for the better, but I say otherwise

They’ll try to make things clearer, with every single lie.

And all that do not favor, all that do not bend

All that do not waiver, all that make a stand

Will watch the bottom falling, standing in grace.

The world I’m standing in doesn’t have a chance

It’s lost somewhere in time

The day has come for reckoning, it’s he who walks through fire.

He who walks through fire is he who calms the water

He who heals sons and daughters, is he who walks on water.