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 it’s worth verses 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

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?

I hate to say

I think it’s a sign of things to 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

Breaking us down one by one

I want to say

That maybe I’m wrong

But maybe I’m not