The Storm, It's Coming

Breaking from the feast

From the decade of the beast

On a new road, with no true north I see.

There's doubt in every face

And there's a lair on the stage.

What good is it, if he don't himself believe in it?

Every clap rings out a warning

Get ready for the storm it's coming

It's coming.

There's a slap back in the face

For a sin you can't erase

A coin dropped in the box don't change the meaning.

There's a storm and it's raging

In the belly of the slave

And it's coming.

It's coming.

When the wind howls at your gate

Already it is too late.

It's coming.

It's coming.