Wait for My Signal (Isolator Pt. 1)

In the year of our lord sending missiles abroad
Hold on, hold on
While you rest on your laurels and question your morals
Hold on, hold on
As they rapture your mothers and capture your fathers
Hold on, hold on
And they send for your daughters and murder your brothers
Hold on, hold on

Oh...

Under the ground, in a merry-go-round
Under the spell of the cold, black star