From the recording The End OF All Fears
Lyrics
You see the watchers come around, watch the watchers come around-
Spot the spotters coming down, coming down onto the ground.
I don't want to wake up in the red, dead, fed, to the vultures in a desert land of the foresaken-
I don't want to go to sleep bloody at the hands of lessor men-
Praying to false idols made of tin-
You see the watchers come around, watch the watchers come around-
Spot the spotters coming down, coming down into your town.
You know, there’s a better way to go…
I don't want to toil in the fields of the mundane, ashamed of my voluntary slavery, lock in chain-
I don't want to sell my soul, dive in black holes, dying in a cursed asylum, wardened by the devil.
You see the watchers come around, watch the watchers come around-
Spot the spotters coming down, coming down until you drown.
Pirates and pilots are coming to steal what you are by putting poison in your minds-
Only two ways you can fight. Hit them head on, kamikaze, wrapped in flames-
You go down and die.
Or outsmart them before they even strike!
You see the watchers come around, watch the watchers come around-
Spot the spotters coming down, coming down onto your ground.