You squander days into night and brace the fear that defines you
But may I remind you your time will soon come to end
The lies to feed to the beast may well be granted to lovin
The frail smile that you're wearing is slowly melting away
Dark... forces... whisper
Into the ears of your advisor
You're stirring up the fire
Your eyes reveal the lies
But your running out of time
A rusted crown on your head your thrown is tilted and falling
Wailing sirens are calling black gold has tarnished your soul
The blade has reached the bone the blazing streets light your skyline
As we approach the end of your time you're clearly fading away
Dark... forces... whisper
Into the ears of your advisor
You're stirring up the fire
Your eyes reveal the lies
But your running out of time