Unmake You - Prey for Nothing

A storm is coming to flood the gate

But it won’t break through my walls

The servants rise to overthrow their kings

And miserable they’ll fall

So it comes to pass

Your true face is shown at last

The perfect opportunity to fail

There will be no turning back

Once the table will be set

How easily you turn friends to foes

To me you never were a threat

Don’t make me unmake you

Your suffering has only just begun

So it comes to pass

Your disposition turns to dust

I’ll compromise the future

To forget this perfect past