The Calm Before The Storm - Destruction

Grey in Grey — no more color in your eyes

No need to stay, suffering on a thousand cries

Sad, sad to see — no individuality

Destructive convenience

Losing touch from brandead reality

The last days in hell, can’t you tell

Theoretically braindead evil dwells

Suffering in a haze, the last days

Standardization — can’t bear the deprivation

The last days in hell, soul to sell

Angry people haven 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 braindead 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 colors in your eyes…

Can’t you hear the thousand cries… theoretically braindead…