There's a spectre at the feast   Feeding on my soul and drinking my hopes away   There's a wind from the east   My heart grows cold, my rainbows turn to grey   There's a spectre at the feast   Tearing me up and tossing my bones to the wolves   On the brink of defeat   We're moving the goals and changing the rules       Hey don't fall asleep   Don't close your eyes and drift away to some foreign land   I know who you are - My fate is in your hands      There's a spectre at the feast   Panic has a face; it's looking at me right now   There's the shadow of defeat   Got to rise and bring those demons down      Hey don't fall asleep   Don't close your eyes and drift away to some foreign land   I know who you are - My fate is in your hands      Are they so pure, that they should judge me everyday?   Am I so low in estimation, that none will hear a word I say?   Are they so sure, the human race should turn away?   In every home to be unwelcome, and none will hear a word I say!      This brave new world has fallen and decayed   Are there no heroes just men with feet of clay?      Are they so weak, that they despise me everyday?   A painful demonstration that none will hear a word I say!      This brave new world has fallen and decayed   Are there no heroes just men with feet of clay?      Are you so pure?   This brave new world has fallen and decayed   Are there no heroes just men with feet of clay?