And now standing on higher ground,
No more running 'round and 'round,
The truth, it can be found at the end of the ages.

Down in the trenches, trampled underfoot,
Inside a prism of time,
Decreed for the class, waiting for the hourglass,
House of the lonely unwind.

Words...words of wisdom we seek,
This book of life, we peek and find,
On our way home.

And now standing on higher ground,
No more running 'round and 'round,
The truth, it can be found at the end of the ages, at the end of this age.

You turned you back and got the edge of the sword,
You were the slave of the world,
Until the time of the gentiles fulfill will be restored.

Shake...shaking the depths of your soul,
Ridding the plagues of all that hold,
Bring it on home.

And now standing on higher ground,
No more running 'round and 'round,
The truth, it can be found at the end of the ages,
And now, standing on higher ground,
No more running 'round and 'round,
The truth, it can be found at the end of the ages.

Epiphanies - Socrates never heard a word, you see,
Darwin's smoking gun led so many from the one,
Adolph, Genghis Khan, Al the Great and Babylon,
Hell to pay on judgement day.

And now standing on higher ground,
No more running 'round and 'round,
The truth, it can be found at the end of the ages.

Now standing on higher ground,
No more running 'round and 'round,
The truth, it can be found at the end of the ages,
And now, standing on higher ground,
No more running 'round and 'round,
The truth, it can be found at the end of the ages, at the end of this age.

End of this age.