Gallifrey's burning, his planet's on fire
Nightmare to end is something it requires
No more of screaming, no more of crying
No more of fear and no more of dying
There is a chance to use violent power
But it's his world this time that he can't cover
Will he obtain his only desire?
Universe can't become Dalek's empire
His wrinkled face frames the eyes of a child
(the)Eyes that are already endlessly tired
He begs for help but who is replying?
Mr. Neglecting? Mr. Denying?
Blaming his past in the present that's future
Number of deaths every second grows huger
What are the options? Where is the way out?
If he's mistaken it is only his fault
He is The One but why are there twelve more?
He's got the save path eleventh has looked for
He hopes his race stays like tenth hopes he won't go
He's not the odd man between ninth and eitgh rows
Seconds are left till he finally ends war
Seventh leads sixth, then comes fifth and appears fourth
Third, second, first, he's achieving his main goal
Although the trick is forgetting he saved all
