The crisis of humanity could be summed up in a line, an army needs its generals and were running short on time. As we leap across the great divide, All around us stormy weather! It's where our Angels feared to dream, And lost on them forever. But not on us you understand, We're living for today. The revolution is permanent. There ain't nothing more -- ---. From capitalist dungeons, dark and deep, we had to make another leap. How awful if we missed, for here we were all mankind overlooking the Abyss.