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 action 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 see less