There’s a state of cryonic irresponsibility
A symptom of a tragic view
A certificate of grave intent
That permeates this earth
But if just one of us could change the plan
Design and weave a better line
If just one of us would stand up for life
The other folks would follow
Mark my words . . . Yes, mark my words . . .
The other folks would follow

There’s an air of cool indifference
Of anaesthetic smiles
That deny the lonely depths of yearning
Felt behind the eyes
But if just one of us could break the mold
And erase the ghosts of time grown old
If just one of us would take his place
The other folks would follow
Mark my words . . . Yes, mark my words . . .
The other folks would follow

There’s a sense of dark foreboding
Born out of fear and superstition
That preys upon our innocence
That conspires to keep us small
But if just one of us could stand up proud
And exorcise illusion’s power
If just one of us would take the lead
The other folks would follow
Mark my words . . . Yes, mark my words . . .
The other folks would follow

There’s a people being birthed right now
Who are here to heal this planet’s ills
A new breed born from timeless seed
To wake a sleeping giant
So look inside your soul and find
That part of you that cries for life
‘Cause if just one cell would hear the call
The other cells would follow
Mark my words . . . Yes, mark my words . . .
The other cells would follow
The other cells will follow