I watched men return to their destruction
Reversed ruin in a puzzle of time
I watched the bullets fly in wrong directions
Enter the guns that first fired them

Backward flying planes
They must have been a sight to see

Missiles torn and taken back
To the men ordered to harm me

The knife repairs the wound
The eraser creates the line
Beginnings fit into an hour
Opposites viewed in real time

Wake up:
Dazed on the battlefield
Shells scatter and run away
This place is familiar It's where I grew up

The earth was created with a bom

It slips away That is true
Time does fly, but where does it go to?
Time does fly, but where does it go to?

My crippled pride before you burns
I am but a weak shell of existence
On a calendar
Marked and dated for my return
It's marked and date for my return (x4)
Marked and dated for my return