Destroyer

More panic than intent More luck than good judgment They're raising your body from the ground The dreamer has woken The spirit has spoken They're raising your body from the ground What you gonna do When the rain comes Through on your pretty head Is it so easy to pretend Like vision of Goya The silent destroyer They're raising your body from the ground What you gonna do When it all comes Through on your weary head Is it so easy to pretend You want it, you need it Break your back to feed it They're raising your body from the ground