Master of Misrule

Wipe away the pouring rain It's too late to feel again What it takes to be born What it takes when the last has fallen What I see is depravity within us all What it takes to be born What it takes when the last has fallen What it is this the despondency within us all Maybe I’m already dead Or maybe I’m still alive Draining spirit, the soul and my body of pride I can see through it all It's too late when the end is calling Can't relate to the stranger inside of you Stranger inside of you What it takes to be born What it takes when the last has fallen What I see is depravity within us all There's no sense in the truth There's no will when the world is falling Hostility is arriving to demoralise