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

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 demoralize