The Prophet - The Band Royale

Can you feel it?

It’s all too much too soon

A home

Is not just an empty room

A fall from grace

Is just what we need

Give me shelter

Or just give me a place to bleed

Am I dramatic

Or is this feeling real?

It’s automatic

The human need to feel

Prick your finger

And watch the droplets pool

I dream in red

and love’s a fool

I don’t even know my name

I can’t recall from where I came

But this game

The memories come, and in waves

In waves, in waves, in waves, in waves

Alone

I’m in my natural state

Vaguely aware

Ancient forces are pulling me out

They’re pulling me out

It’s late

And the hour is drawing nigh

Our faith rewarded

The kingdom in the sky

Let us gather

And raise our cups on high

Our path wasn’t easy

And the prophet would never lie

Drink it down

Drink it down

Drink it down

The pyre it grows

Drink it down

The pyre it grows and grows