Loss of control, the gears twist and the clock turns Ever the optimist 'til the clouds roll in and the bridges burn The aggravation of drawing blood out from the stone We've hit the bone
Kingdoms fall with the weight of it all And we're gone
I hate to tell you but the setting sun won't rise The shepherd lost his grip and now the wolf's inside Now the paragon has poison in his veins We'll wash away, we'll all decay
A slowing breath, a sharpened tongue for comfort Ever the optimist 'til the deluge hits but the famine first The final reckoning, the actions and the consequence You've drawn your breath
A fumbling king, only chaos he'll bring An obedient queen forced in between The obscene
I hate to tell you but the setting sun won't rise The shepherd lost his grip and now the wolf's inside Now the paragon has poison in his veins We'll wash away, we'll all decay
I hate to tell you but the setting sun won't rise The shepherd lost his grip and now the wolf's inside Now the paragon has poison in his veins We'll wash away, we'll all decayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
