Crisis Lyrics

The feast is over now

And all the curtains drawn

Time to pay the price

We’ve had it all

We can refuse to pay

Deny it altogether

It’s still happening

It’s still happening

This is happening

This is happening!

How did this get out of our hands?

The spirits that we cited missing our commands

We’d rather be burned at the stake

And that ain’t fortune-telling, this is common sense

We used to live our lives

In oblivion

That there’s another world

Outside our own

But when the levees break

We’re on our hands and knees

And there’s no way back

There is no way back

There is no way back

There is no way back

How did this get out of our hands?

The spirits that we cited missing our commands

We’d rather be burned at the stake

And that ain’t fortune-telling, this is common sense

How many lies will we still have to face

And how much make-believe?

How many years will it still take from now

For all the world to see?

When there’s snow in Arizona

Or a desert in Spain

And someday, someone’ll say ‚we might have stopped it!‘

back when it began

How did this get out of our hands?

The spirits that we cited missing our commands

We’d rather be burned at the stake

Burned at the stake

(The last few days of summer slip away)

Without the word to stop this crisis

(The last few days of summer slip away)

The flood is set to pour upon our heads

How did – how did this get?

Out of – out of our hands?