-We don’t know with what weapons world war three will be fought, but world war four will befought with sticks and stones. This is not the end of predicted danger.It’s your disgraceBut you made it well,So the world can tellIt’s your faceIt’s on the fire that burns insideAnd I see the lightThe colours of your heartAnd they’re slowly changingThe colours of your mindAnd they’re slowly fadingIt’s all in vain,So time does what it will,Try asking whose to blame,For a throw away existenceI see…the light, the wayNothing of the pastAnd were disappearingAnd nothing gonna lastThe end is nearing[chorus]Changes changingSeven days into nevermoreLearning turning,Seven days into nevermoreYou’re a grain of sandIn the desert that was mankindI don’t understandHow all of us are blinded,By the light, blindedTurn another page, and there’s no beginningWe are just at an age, and time is winning[chorus]Seven days…nevermore, grain of sandYou know the score, desert man…He needs one more, seven days to nevermoreTo nevermore, to nevermore, forevermore