There's a spectre at the feast
Feeding on my soul and drinking my hopes away
There's a wind from the east
My heart grows cold, my rainbows turn to grey
There's a spectre at the feast
Tearing me up and tossing my bones to the wolves
On the brink of defeat
We're moving the goals and changing [bad word] Hey don't fall asleep
Don't close your eyes and drift away to some foreign land
I know who you are - My fate is in your hands

There's a spectre at the feast
Panic has a face; it's looking at me right now
There's the shadow of defeat
Got to rise and bring those demons down

Hey don't fall asleep
Don't close your eyes and drift away to some foreign land
I know who you are - My fate is in your hands

Are they so pure, that they should judge me everyday?
I so low in estimation, that none will hear a word I say?
Are they so sure, the human race should turn away?
In every home to be [bad word]  and none will hear a word I say!

This brave new world has fallen and decayed
Are there no heroes just men with feet of clay?

Are they so weak, that they despise me everyday?
painful demonstration that none will hear a word I say!

This brave new world has fallen and decayed
Are there no heroes just men with feet of clay?

Are you so pure?
This brave new world has fallen and decayed
Are there no heroes just men with feet of clay?