I wonder how you fit the whole world in your handsnKeep asking questions but you never answer themnAnywaysnnYou tap me on the shouldernExcuse me for the looksnBut when you're chasing dreams, it's never by the booksnAnd if you haven't yet, you might want to acquire one on the waynnAnd I feel as though I'm sinkingnReaching for surface, but the body numbs and keeps descendingnAnd should you wake me from this dreamnI'm having trouble trying to sleep, yeahnnThis is much is sad but truenIt's aggravating how the circle ends up back to younAnd somehow, we'll make it out of this onenWelcome to ArmageddonnnYou're pulling everything out of your bag of tricksnAnd casting shadows from your broken crucifixnAnd as you drag along your feet, writing names in the sandnnHurry up, this ship is leavingnAnd by the looks of it, the current's path is so misleadingnAnd should you wake me from this dreamnI'm having trouble trying to sleep, yeahnnThis much is sad but truenIt's aggravating how the circle ends up back to younAnd somehow, we'll make it out of this onenWelcome to ArmageddonnnAnd the band played on and onnnThis is much is sad but truenIt's aggravating how the circle ends up back to younAnd somehow, we'll make it out of this onenWelcome to ArmageddonnWelcome to ArmageddonnnI wonder how you fit the whole world in your headnKeep asking questions but you never answer themn