All the world has changed there’s no doubt the new tide has come to pass we’ve been caught lost in our games though it’d been clear they made no sense All the mankind’s pride fell down as if it was a house of cards all the chaff’s been sorted out and we all know what it’s about... We all know what it’s about... See the chaff burning – just a glance yours’ the choice, turning - take your chance No, not around – no middle ground All except the wheat will burn up, turn to dust, will fall from grace here we go, leaving these games it’s upon you to shun the flames It’s on you to leave these games... See the chaff burning – just a glance yours’ the choice, turning - take your chance No, not around – no middle ground See the chaff burning – just a glance yours’ the choice, turning - take your chance No, not around – no middle ground