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 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 - like a burning fire brand.
So tear at the sky with razor sharp talons.
Lacerate, fly high - burn!<br />
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			     Thanks to razvan