Devastated, but fully repressed A madness, this condition Or an unbound terror to relinquish Out of control, a race to befall The masses lose all control Shifting powers in the middle be it ruin, Good intentions lie resting dormant Sworn of the hailstorm, hailstorm... Shifting powers in the middle Moving powers away from us All you'll fall on your face And consequences reveal themselves aloud And preaching to yourselves about Conditioned ourselves to fear the outside world Acting out a torment, a chance to dispensed with To fight a never ending battle To speak out a dead cause To awaken no inspiration from others For forgiveness, for forgiveness