At the slow hot death of the world we will learn again to fear the sun The edges will blacken and curl Dread will follow all and everyone Dread will follow all and everyone Our hearts will fall like rocks into the dust We will learn again to fear the sun Our idols will be melted down or crushed Our idols will be melted down or crushed as we pray to them to turn back the tide Our hearts will fall like rocks into the dust when we learn that they were never on our side When we learn that they were never on our side, over the drone of flies we’ll hear each other coughing We will pray to God to turn the tide and swear to Him that we can hear Him laughing We will swear to God that we can hear Him laughing as the edges blacken and curl Over the drone of flies we’ll hear each other coughing at the slow hot death of the world