The Calm Before the Storm

Grey in grey, no more colour in your eyes

No need to stay, suffering on a thousand cries

Sad, sad to see, no individuality

Destructive convenience

Losing touch from brain-dead reality

The last days in Hell, can't you tell

Theoretically brain-dead evil dwells

Suffering in a haze, the last days

Standardisation, can't bear the deprivation

The last days in Hell, soul to sell

Angry people have given you a bad spell

Beyond the norm, it's hard to perform

The game of life like a disastrous storm

The symptoms of the evolution

Burn like fire in your soul

The twister is taking form

The calm before the storm

Silence beyond the norm

The calm before the storm

The last days in Hell, can't you tell

Theoretically brain-dead evil dwells

The awakening deprivates deep manic depression

The pits of insanity testifies possession

But it's a useless call

Grey in grey, no more colours in your eyes

Can't you hear the thousand cries

Theoretically brain-dead