Prophets of Doom

The beast is alive, inside of me
Try to deprive, your will to be
A yearning for shelter from deadly storms
I feast on your drive, your energy
You somehow contrive, to set me free
A despising heller in many forms
You can’t live your life
With me far behind
I’m watching you over your shoulder
I cut like a knife
I’m there to remind you
Wake the beholder
We are the voices of discontnt
We are the ministry of gloom
W are the choices of consequent
We are the prophets of doom
Unseen parasite, with no reprieve
I feel out of spite, on your belief
I’m casting my shadow on tomorrow
I eat at your pride, your self esteem
Deceive and I lie, your soul redeem
For I am the master of your sorrow
You can’t live your life
With me far behind
I’m watching you over your shoulder
I cut like a knife
I’m there to remind you
Wake the beholder
We are the voices of discontent
We are the ministry of gloom
We are the choices of consequent
We are the prophets of doom
Everyone’s the same
They all believe they’ll change
But I decide when it’s over
Coz I control your life
Your ignorance his rife
You’ll never break these chains
You can’t live your life
With me far behind
I’m watching you over your shoulder
I cut like a knife
I’m there to remind you
Wake the beholder
We are the voices of discontent
We are the ministry of gloom
We are the choices of consequent
We are the prophets of doom