Waiting In the Wings

We stand here waiting in the wings, Our time to be on stage getting nearer. There are still a few of you who remember last time we made it on stage, Quite a drama it was though we never made it past the first act. We weren't as big then and our numbers fewer, so we lost in that play, As there were still people prepared to listen to those who knew who we were And understood how much trouble we could cause. This time it will be different, We are bigger now and our numbers are growing all the time, It won't be long and there will be enough of us to destroy all of you. And nobody wants to hear about us anymore, Most of you look to the internet, drugs or alcohol for answeres to your problems. It won't be long now before the last of those who aware of us will be dead, And there will be no one to teach you how to find us. Nobody can ever see us until we are upon you, It takes other methods too root us out. Soon they last one with that knowledge will be gone and nothing will stop us. None of you have even lost a wink of sleep dreaming about us for quite a while. Not like the the days when scouts and guides were hugely popular and you were all prepared. Now there are so few who believe in our existance, Us, your future problems who can only be stopped by those who know How to extrapolate in order to anticipate where we will be appearing next. We are counting down the years now and soon it will only be months before the last one capable of stopping us takes their final bow. And there will be plenty of room on stage for us But none for you.