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