A Sign of Things to Come

I hate to say
I’m beginning to see
My own reflection in my adversaries
I hate to ask
But I just need to know
Is your finger on the trigger
Or can you let go?

What’s the price of a soul?
What’s it’s worth verses gold?
I tried to beg for mine
But it was already sold
Does nobody think twice?
What does your hell look like?
Does everyone have their price?
Where they finally break

I hate to say
I think it’s a sign of things to come
Breaking us down one by one
I want to say
That maybe I’m wrong
And when you think it’s stopped
It begins

I hate to say
I’m not willing to change
But all I hear is I’m to blame
Well what a fucking shame

What sustains the meek?
What keeps you from the peak?
We’re all apostasies
With no souls to speak
What does your world look like?
Waiting for conflict to strike
Do we all have our price?
Where we finally break?

Stoke the fire if it’s dwindling
Hate keeps those coals burning

Are you looking down?
Or looked down on?
Are you trodden down?
Or sat on the throne?