From Metropolis to Necropolis By the storm of Pandemonium In the light of the darkest season In long for a glimpse of reason
Déjà vu of loss, visions of hate Abstract damage, it’s all too late Surreal images, before my eyes Parabola curve, in death’s size
I, I’ve seen the eye of the storm The head of the worm, pressure increasing Might, might’s in the eye of the storm In a fearsome form through life it’s piercing
Raping and killing the life that we’re leading But I’m not too sorry it came to this Demons and angels all dressed in storm clothes I’m not too sorry it came to this
It’s the eye of the storm
The blurry picture I’m dead and dying Where is the line? The earth is crying
Love, hate, life, death, Who draws the line? Dream, real, feel, think, Turn blood into wine
The eye of the storm Time is running Out of my mind And into nothing
In the eye of God I see it now, The eye of it all, I am, I am