I could hear a needle dropI could find the perfect spotI could see the colors andExplain them all to youI could see the building stormOut where the lightning fallsOut in the electric nightThrough the poppy fieldsI can hear the sirens callJust below the mountain topOut in the poison fog under the moonI can see them waiting thereOut on the witching stoneOut in the electric nightThrough the poppy fieldsIt's your turn to resistThat's just the way it isIt's your curse to the endThat's just the way it is
