The Arena

Fates Warning

    Continues after the ad

    Words of cunning
    shinning stunning.
    Men of grandeur
    blinding, numbing
    with winsome wiles in specious styles.

    Speeches etching,
    rhyming, wrenching,.
    Men so shallow
    stumble fetching
    for words that maze, to clear their daze.

    Continues after the ad

    Calm in disarray.
    Sinking day by day.
    Hopeless never see
    save what they believe.

    Choices weakening,
    ever sinking.
    Men are poisoned
    into thinking
    That they've a voice above their noise.

    Spheres of disarray
    worsened by the day.
    Sadly led and fooled
    without thoughts to rule.

    Song details

    Composition: Frank Aresti

    Did you see an error?

    Enviar revisão