Loss of control

The gears twist and the clock turns Ever the optimist 'til

The clouds roll in and the bridges burn The aggravation of drawing blood out From the stone

We've hit the bone

Kingdoms fall

With the weight of it all

And we're gone

I hate to tell you but the setting sun won't rise The shepherd lost his grip and

Now the wolf's inside

Now the paragon has poison in his veins We'll wash away

We'll all decay

A slowing breath

A sharpened tongue for comfort

Ever the optimist 'til

The deluge hits, but the famine first The final reckoning

The action and the consequence

You've drawn your breath

A fumbling king

Only chaos he'll bring

An obedient queen

Forced in between

The obscene

I hate to tell you but the setting sun won't rise The shepherd lost his grip and

Now the wolf's inside

Now the paragon has poison in his veins We'll wash away we'll all decay