A song about how the apocalypse appears to be unfolding in our days.
Third track for our Tree of Life album. This is more folksy than our usual track types.
This time is that kind of time,
When you just have to live with your rhyme.
While the nations fall apart slowly,
And the angels sing, "Holy, holy!"
Yeah, this time is that kind of time'
I don't have to hunt for a rhyme.
Watching the sand in the hour glass,
Trickling down to the last.
We've all read the play of the ages,
Did you know the script read this fast?
Each night we can watch the apocalypse,
Unfolding on TV.
It seems like they're downing in politics,
And the beast rises out of the sea.
Well, this time is that kind of time,
And you won't have to ask yourself why,
While the Lord extends his scepter,
And the bowls brew disaster.
Yeah, this time is that kind of time.
And it might be a good time to die.
Watching the spin doctors spinning,
Is like watching a spider make webs.
And seeing the image they're weaving,
Is a horn rising out of its head.
And the more we worship their idol,
The more like those idols are we.
We have ears without hearing,
And we have eyes that don't see.