Somebody screaming that the end is nigh
Never seen nobody with hope so high
Uneasy feeling creeping up on me
Justify a weary trinity
And I can hardly contain my joy
Let me hear just a little bit more
Words will never set me free
Creeping feeling easing up on me
And I'm crawling in a stride of mediocrity
And I'm crawling in a stride of mediocrity
Knowing to do the place where answers lie
Knowing to do the place where answers lie
It's a language unavailable to you and I
And I can hardly contain my joy
Let me hear just a little bit more
Will it release ever set me free
Does it devour everything I believe
Ever here in superstition I breathe
I can hardly contain my
Goodbye hesitation and doubt
Sliding down
Down the hollow that follows the rules I follow
Is there a turnaround
Is there a turnaround
Will a spirit rise from a corpse that's rotting in the ground
Is there a turnaround
Will a spirit rise from a corpse that's rotting in the ground
Will a spirit rise from a corpse that's rotting in the ground
Somebody screaming that the end is nigh
I've never seen nobody with hope so high
Uneasily creeping up on me
Justify we're a trinity
And I can hardly contain my joy
Let me hear just a little bit more
When it's the least ever set me free
Does it devour everything I believe?
Silent now
Skilled by hesitation and doubt
Silent now
For the hunger that follows the rules I follow
Is there a turnaround
When the spirit dies from a corpse that's rotting in the ground?
Is there a turnaround
Is there a turnaround
Will the spirit rise from a corpse that's rotting in the ground?
Turn around
Turn around
Turn around
Will the spirit rise from a corpse that's rotting in the ground?