Firebird

Look at the masses, their eyes seem spellbound, deceived by
Their masters on life’s battleground, they’re no longer human
Just the skin of man

We’ve waited for the time, when the answer would arrive
To cleanse the world of shame, let us start again
Let them feel our pain!

Sons of Corruption beware, twisting and turning we’re
Lighter than air, all that you know will come to an end
On the wings of the Firebird

We’re known as dreamers, believing in the stars
Wishing for a tomorrow, with no mental scars
To us they are jackals, scavengers of prey
They gnaw to the gristle, bloodlust in the fray

We’ve waited for the time, when the answer would arrive
To cleanse the world of shame, let us start again
Let them feel our pain!

Sons of Corruption beware, twisting and turning we’re
Lighter than air, all that you know will come to an end
On the wings of the Firebird

Solos: Waldrop / Boyd

Look at the masses, with eyes that finally see
Their bodies in ruin, burned in effigy
Where are their masters? In ashes they do lie
Crushed for their indifference, no longer deified