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)