Apocalypse

Halt the ringing cry of progress
sang the horseman riding by
through support the good God gave us
riding back to yesterday
yesterday.

Turn the tables in the temple
rang [bring] the hoardings from the
Life is [insurance] gentle horseman
[in]corporate efficiency
efficiency.

Some pieces for your daily tune/ Stop chasing for your daily dues
the race is run
no price you lose
start craving for your daily news.
There's [no more said] to change your views

The brokers breathless useless
let reason bring us to exceed
now you hold the reins of the apocalypse.

Galvanise yourselves to action
cast inside iniquity
And to this hand voice spoken
The rites of ancient history / write your names in history
in history.

Halt the ringing cry of progress
sang the horseman riding by
through support the good God gave us
riding back to yesterday
yesterday
to yesterday
yesterday.