An endless downpour from above
All caught up in the rain, waiting
The cold seeps through
Like the stream of people, it goes on and on
And Everyone is walking away from it
On and on it goes,the dance of the damned
In the center lies the eye of the storm
Neither seeing or believing
And forgetting is all that is left
Wake up unafraid in the land of the free
Only to realize it is but a dream
And you do not have what it takes to come true
A better place is where you can be erased
Temper the steel of existence
Before you become the past tense
Is this what you want?
You are temporary
Life's bastard son
Breathe, take it all in
Listen, can you hear it?
The distortion and the smell of decay
Slowly you fade away
And you are buried alive
What lies beyond the colors of life?
Morality, a hypocrite of history
And artists, the plague of the world, the children of history
Now, more than ever does the world need a canvass
To paint and write anew
To sing and dance into oblivion
Prolonged agony, trying to claw your way out
In a circus where the dead sleep no longer
A nightmare and a revelation to those left behind
The heretics sing hymns and verses of the great play
Rules that bind and a society that shackles
Until the bird forgets the dawning sky
Are we all purified?
The sanctuary of killers and anarchists
The signal fire no longer burns
The godless world lives on and you are but a man