Dark is good
It’s good for my empathy
Light, light is good
It’s good for my sanity
Left is good
It’s useful for my memory
Right, right is good
It’s good for my vanity

Take your chances in the west room
It’s the best room of all
Check your rages in the pages
It’s the best fight of all

The future is ours
Child, the future was a liar to me
The future is ours
Child, the future is a liar
The future is ours
Child, the future was a liar to me
The future is ours
Child, the future is a liar

Sometimes, God is good
Other times not so much
If wrath is a sin
How come God has so much?

Loud is good
It’s good for complacency
Soft, soft is good
It’s good for anxiety
Health is good
It’s useful for longevity
Death, death is good
It gives life some brevity

What’s the first sense of connection?
What’s the last sign of control?
They said go inside
‘Cause I’m shivering deeply
But I feel my best
When I’m feeling cold

What’s the best type of protection?
What’s the worst land to patrol?
They said save yourself
But it’s them who need saving
I do my best work with broken bones
I do my best work when broken

See, World War II is coming for you
World War II is coming for you that’s who
World War II is coming for you
World War II is coming for you that’s who

And the man in the middle of tomorrow
With his arms wrapped around his family’s sorrow
He is warning the future that tomorrow
He’ll be back, he’ll be back, he’ll be back, he’ll be back

I’m the man in the middle of tomorrow
With my arms wrapped around my family’s sorrow
I am warning the future that tomorrow
I’ll be back, I’ll be back, I’ll be back, I’ll be back

Shock is good
It’s good for sobriety
Awe, awe is good
It generates piety
Help is good
It’s useful when in jeopardy
Harm, harm is good
I save it for my enemies

Take your chances in the west room
It’s the best room of all
Check your rages in the pages
It’s the best fight of all

The future is ours
Child, the future was a liar to me
The future is ours
Child, the future is a liar
The future is ours
Child, the future was a liar to me
The future is ours
Child, the future is a liar

Sometimes, God is good
Other times not so much
If wrath is a sin
How come God has so much?