Into a Perfect Storm

shadows on the horizon
ghosts of the past are rising
thought they all were dead
seems as they are backShow more

tell me, tell me, tell me my bright child
are we running again into the wild
tell me, tell me, so much hatred so much scorn
are we heading again into a perfect storm

riots in the streets
they call for no retreat
tooth for tooth, eye for eye
someone has to die

tell me, tell me, tell me my bright child
are we running again into the wild
tell me, tell me is chaos the future norm
are we heading again into a perfect storm

masterminds of destruction
use the losers of the game
poor victims of seduction
to spill that blood in vain

who is your god who your demon
is there no chance for reason
what if this life is all we got
what if there is no divine plot

tell me, tell me, tell me my bright child
are we running again into the wild
tell me, tell me, is this why we were born
are we heading again into a perfect storm

do we move in cycles
never ending spirals
a perverse longing for decay
behind a morbid power play

tell me, tell me, tell me my bright child
are we running again into the wild
tell me, tell me, so much hatred and scorn
are we heading again into a perfect storm
are we heading again into a perfect storm