Breaking from the feast
From the decade of the beast
On a new road, with no true north I see.
Theres doubt in every face
And theres a lair on the stage.
What good is it, if he dont himself believe in it?
Every clap rings out a warning
Get ready for the storm its coming
Its coming.
Theres a slap back in the face
For a sin you cant erase
A coin dropped in the box dont change the meaning.
Theres a storm and its raging
In the belly of the slave
And its coming.
Its coming.
When the wind howls at your gate
Already it is too late.
Its coming.
Its coming.