Soft Is The Hand (The End That Lurks)

"Soft is The Hand (The End That Lurks is Near)"

I step into your shadow, observing
The gathering of the storm
The thunder in your eyes
A mushroom of dust clouds and wind
The swan song of our times
We sing with burning lungs
The end that lurks is near
When we all disappear
No time to weep or fear
As the shock waves burn too clear
Too clear

If there's a life in ruins
Running in your veins
What major proof is that one
You need to obtain
If someone in this world
Wants it all to go in vain

Received this final warning
To the posing danger clouds
If the world falls apart
What a shame for us all

You'll wear your rotting crown
Rule your molten kingdom
Your bunker as your throne
And a wasteland for your own

This world needs better teeth
To chew its evil truth
Of how your master plan
Turned out into a scam
And everything we know
Has been betrayed by greed
Keeps us in constant flow
Of all the things we think we need
And leaves us in despair
Pulling off our hair
Until we rot away
Fading out in decay

If there's a life in ruins
Running in your veins
What major proof, is that one
You need to obtain
If someone in this world
Wants it all to go in vain

Soft is the hand
That leads you to the end
Soft is the hand
That leads you to the end
Soft is the hand
That leads you to the end
Soft is the hand
That leads you to the end