Fates Warning - The Arena lyrics

shining stunning.

Men of grandeur

blinding, numbing

with winsome wiles in specious styles.

Speeches etching,

rhyming, wrenching.

Men so shallow

stumble fetching

for words that maze, to clear their daze.

Calm in disarray

Sinking day by day

Hopeless never see

save what they believe.

Choices weakening,

ever sinking.

Men are poisoned into thinking

that they've a voice above their noise.

Spheres of disarray

worsened by the day

Sadly led and fooled

without thoughts to rule