Devastated, but fully repressed A madness, this condition Ones inner blood lust Or an unbound terror to relinquish Out of control, a race to befall The masses lose all control All control... Shifting powers in the middle be it ruin, Or redemption Good intentions lie resting dormant Sworn of the hailstorm, hailstorm... Shifting powers in the middle Moving powers away from us Be it ruin or redemption Sworn on the hailstorm Change around minds All youll fall on your face And you will fall And consequences reveal themselves aloud And preaching to yourselves about Matters that matter not Desire Torment Inspiration Endings Conditioned ourselves to fear the outside world Acting out a torment, a chance to dispensed with Crossed the line To fight a never ending battle To speak out a dead cause To awaken no inspiration from others For forgiveness, for forgiveness
hailstorm, shifting, inspiration, sworn, middle