Final station

Now things will go better
At least thats what they say
No one wants to know when our where
they only want it their way

The new dark age is dawning
As the old ones raise their hands
Forbidden fruits are burning
At the stake on their command

In this ever changeing world
Its so easy not to care
Actions speak louder than words
Or do we just stand and stare

I still hope it isn't too late
I still hope well wake up in time
Still be able to part reason from hate
To forget I, me and mine

'Cause flatness is rising up again
And numbness is the only emotion
Tomorrow crosses will fly again
Tomorrow we'll kill rebelling motion
Welcome to the final station
Enjoy the last sensation