There's a spectre at the feast

Feeding on my soul and drinking my hopes away

There's a wind from the east

My heart grows cold, my rainbows turn to grey

There's a spectre at the feast

Tearing me up and tossing my bones to the wolves

On the brink of defeat

We're moving the goals and changing the rules

Hey don't fall asleep

Don't close your eyes and drift away to some foreign land

I know who you are - My fate is in your hands



There's a spectre at the feast

Panic has a face; it's looking at me right now

There's the shadow of defeat

Got to rise and bring those demons down



Hey don't fall asleep

Don't close your eyes and drift away to some foreign land

I know who you are - My fate is in your hands



Are they so pure, that they should judge me everyday?

Am I so low in estimation, that none will hear a word I say?

Are they so sure, the human race should turn away?

In every home to be unwelcome, and none will hear a word I say!



This brave new world has fallen and decayed

Are there no heroes just men with feet of clay?



Are they so weak, that they despise me everyday?

A painful demonstration that none will hear a word I say!



This brave new world has fallen and decayed

Are there no heroes just men with feet of clay?



Are you so pure?

This brave new world has fallen and decayed

Are there no heroes just men with feet of clay?