This Time

In the midst of this time We'll write the notes, make the rhyme No sense in people gathering too close Never knowing quite where Stores laid bare, not a square to spare Do we still brag we're the ones with the most Beyond the modern pale Do we now see our grasp is frail Or in our fog of fear do we still boast Turn again, through, and through We have to know the time's past due We'll now pay for each and every sin This rock is hot, getter hotter Read police or Rorschach blotter How and when do we clear the red tide din People dying, the man keeps lying What's it gonna be People dying, the man keeps lying C'mon with me People dying, the man keeps lying What's it gonna be People dying, the man keeps lying C'mon with me People dying, the man keeps lying What's it gonna be People dying, the man keeps lying C'mon with me People dying, the man keeps lying What's it gonna be People dying, the man keeps lying C'mon with me