It's true what they say - the world's a mess and deserves no quarter, and it's true you're out of my depth, your drowning in shallow water.
I'm not deluded, I am not deceived - I am not taken with your mystery!
Let revelation stock the world, unfurl the raging sea - let the tempest rise tonight and set the beast within you free.
Another crisis, another fear - another prophecy to declare one more tirade, another lie - another reason to despise.
I'm not deluded, I am not deceived - I am not taken with your mystery!
With eyes of the cobra that spit out death, like a shark coming from the black depths, and we'll die as it all once began - lika a burning fire brand. So tear at the sky with razor sharp talons. Lacerate, fly high - burn!