A Sign of Things to Come

I hate to say I'm beginning to see My own reflection in my adversaries I hate to ask But I just need to know Is your finger on the trigger Or can you let go? What's the price of a soul? What's its worth versus gold? I tried to beg for mine But it was already sold Does nobody think twice? What does your hell look like? Does everyone have their price? Where they finally break I hate to say I think it's a sign of things to come (come) Breaking us down one by one I want to say That maybe I'm wrong And when you think it's stopped It begins I hate to say I'm not willing to change But all I hear is I'm to blame Well what a fucking shame What sustains the meek? What keeps you from the peak? We're all apostasies With no souls to speak What does your world look like? Waiting for conflict to strike Do we all have our price? Where we finally break? (finally break) I hate to say I think it's a sign of things to come (come) Breaking us down one by one I want to say That maybe I'm wrong But maybe I'm not Stoke the fire if it's dwindling Hate keeps those coals burning Are you looking down? Or looked down on? Are you trodden down? Or sat on the throne? I hate to say I think it's a sign of things to come (come) Breaking us down one by one I want to say That maybe I'm wrong But maybe I'm not Come on