The Storm, It's Coming

Breaking from the feast
From the decade of the beast
On a new road with no true north I see

There's doubt in every face
And there's a liar on the stage
And what good is it if he don't himself believe in it

Every clap rings out a warning
Get ready for the storm, it's coming
It's coming
There's a slap back in the face
For a sin you can't erase
And a coin dropped in the box don't change the meaning

There's a storm and it's raging
In the belly of the slave
And it's coming
It's coming
It's coming
It's coming

When the wind howls at your gate
Already it is too late
It's coming
It's coming