We're welcomed with indifference to the dark rooms of your mind,
The meter's running; time to see the world through your troubled eyes,
Another tortured genius screams - so you've tried everything?
You don't include the leap of faith that might take you off your throne.
You've got one thing left to do,
You've got one thing left to do.
Don dark glasses, fire the masses,
Could this be Messiah envy?
No rules, big plan,
Curse God, curse man,
Fed like junkies, poisoned I.V.s.
Cold sweat, like warm blood, flowing down your anger mask,
That double-cross you bear weighs you toward the fall,
Charmed to meet you - why the crowd?
Misfit angst is well-endowed these days, with a touch of show-biz and sacrilege on call.
You've got one thing left to do,
You've got one thing left to do.
Know-alls, no show,
Some crawl, I know,
God's still calling, you're still stalling,
Dead from dry rot,
Soul sleep, blood clot,
Face it: you've got one thing left to do.
You've got one thing left to do.
Appointed in this life, a single choice for every man,
It's time to choose - you've got one thing left to do.
