We were dust in a world of grim obsession.
We were torn our life of isolation.
We were pulled from the path of least resistance.
And the songs we sang! What became of us?
We're here, waiting for you!
We're here, waiting for you!
We are yours! We're waiting for you!
We are yours! We're waiting for you!
We all pray for the end for the god to take us.
We were falling down, one by one.
We were weak and the fear was all around us.
The machines screamed from moon to sun!
We're here, waiting for you!
We're here, waiting for you!
We are yours! We're waiting for you!
We are yours! We're waiting for you!
We are yours! We're waiting for you!
We are yours! We're waiting for you!