it s gonna be a wasteland it s gonna be a dark and narrow road it s gonna be a fire it s gonna be a heat you ve never known it s gonna be a wasteland it s gonna be a gray dawn gray like the winter a thousand years lost and gone keeping time with the clicking of your tongue against your teeth spelling words you used to know to mean such things keeping time with your twitching fingers worn from the disease like humanity a cancer never sow more than we reap 