I think people put their faith in things
That merely pacify
When money burns and power fails
And politicians lie
War destroys and breath gives out
But ‘til I breathe my last I’ll try
To carry on, carry on, carrion

And I’ve been saying if we keep this up
We won’t last very long
Cuz everything about the way
We live today seems wrong
And I write about it like a fool
But who’s gonna hear this song?
Carry on, carry on, carrion

So now you’re hunched
Bent beneath the weight of great despair
Like a backpack stuffed with gold
You carry with you everywhere
And you’re going nowhere very fast
But sorry I can’t meet you there
I’ll be gone, I’ll be gone, I’ll be gone

I’m cynical at times but still I long to do my part
When everyone around me has been placed upon my heart
And I know my God will be with me wherever I may roam
But still most times I only want to be taken home

So I pray, “The Lord, please hurry up.
It’s tough to be alive, and try to speak the truth
When it’s a thing words can’t define.”
He replies, “Just be patient. I’ll come get you in good time.
Carry on, carry on, carrion.”

Now when that mountain crashes in the ocean
Blackening the sky
And the moon above is red as blood
Just like the foul new tide
When the King returns to finish off
The few who have survived
I’ll be gone. I’ll be gone. I’ll be gone.
I’ll be gone. I’ll be gone. I’ll be gone.