Make way we come on

Make way for reason

Make way we come on

Make way we’re leaving

(Woo, woo!)

We’re entering the age of reason

(Woo, woo!)

Never better time for leaving

(Woo, woo!)

When you get a sign believe it

(Woo, woo!)

A never better time to leave it

Why not just finally get an instrument not used for evil

Fate is a timеly death with meaning from the wеbs we weave

I look and think a bit on what and where and how the wind blows

It is a fickle thing

Can set us back or push us forward

I raise my head and sing on each and every single morning

And when the chorus sings the song is heard for miles around

Riot, Riot, Riot, Riot

Riot, Riot, Riot, Riot

Riot, Riot, Riot, Riot!

When the moment come

I feel it

When the moment’s here

I hope you’ll feel it too

Make way we come on

Make way for reason

Make way we come on

Make way we’re leaving

(Woo, woo!)

We’re entering the age of reason

(Woo, woo!)

Never better time for leaving

(Woo, woo!)

When you get a sign believe it

(Woo, woo!)

A never better time to leave it

Why not just finally get an instrument not used for evil

Fate is a timely death with meaning from the webs we weave

I look and think a bit on what and where and how the wind blows

It is a fickle thing

Can set us back or push us forward

I raise my head and sing on each and every single morning

And when the chorus sings the song is heard for miles around

Riot, Riot, Riot, Riot

Riot, Riot, Riot, Riot

Riot, Riot, Riot, Riot!

Riot, Riot, Riot, Riot!

When the moment come

I feel it

When the moment’s here

I hope you’ll feel it too

When the moment come…