Tea Party - army ants

Bring on the absolute
A walk on the water
Can lead you to slaughter

No one will feel you
No one will hear you

Bring on the brave new world
Tied to condition
A slave to submission

All that I need
Is a way to deceive
The eyes of the end
I could rise once again
And still shine on

Crawl on your hands and knees
Blind from the vision,
The dawn of decision