Midnight rising, and falling out of the sky
Blind man crying, colours are running dry
Fire water, burning from inside
Cry's of laughter, coming up from the ground
Worlds gone crazy, hanging on by a thread
Liberated, from the seven deadly sins
Tranquil eyes are, searching for a sign
Waiting for the final veil to fall
Look, see, the time is ever near
Chorus When you hear the sirens sing, sweet deceiver
The state of grace is at an end, it's a dead ringer
Rediscover, the spirit inside your soul
Lust and anger, emotions that make you cold
Misbehaver, rotten to the core
You can't make it better, if there's no God anymore
Look, see, the time is ever near
Symptoms of the human race
Are dreams that we all try to chase
We ask the reason why
We can't just let it die
When you hear the sirens sing, sweet deceiver
The state of grace is at an end, it's a dead ringer
(Giuntini/Martin)