Mark my words, heed this warning, I come with the darkest of tidings
For I have seen the storm that’s approaching, a vast and unrelenting tide
That will not be stopped and will not be denied
Such is the price of our hubris, such is the cost of our arrogant pride
It’s time to pay the piper what he’s owed
It’s time to reap the harvest (we have sown)
So what are you willing to sacrifice?
What are you willing to offer for a glimpse of the future?
How could we predict our own demise?
Ignoring the oracle’s warning
An eye for an eye, has left us all blind…
Count your blessings, learn your lessons, for truth is a powerful weapon
Sharp enough to sever the ties of deception, and the tangled webs we weave
But none are as blind as those who will not see
And none are truly enslaved, as those who believe themselves free
Is it a blessing of is it a curse?
Seeing the shape of the future, and knowing it’s only getting worse
Dead men will tell no tales, to those who will not listen
So will you learn from their mistakes, or simply repeat them?
Forever repeating the same mistakes, over and over and over again
So what are you willing to sacrifice?
What are you willing to offer for a glimpse of the future?
How could we predict our own demise?
Ignoring the oracle’s warning
An eye for an eye, has left us all blind
To the rising of the tide