And as the last sun rises from the west A silhouette threatens all from rich to dispossessed No we won't outrun Poseidon's final test This tidal wave sent from heaven, will cleanse the city The water growls as Goliath begs for God's pity Some burst to tears Some kneel to pray but most of us just freeze in fear And as the last dreamer wakes from his fantasy A silhouette threatens all illusions and realities No we can't spit out the fruit we once robbed from the tree Run