Prophecy - Grip Inc.

We can’t keep something alive

That has no heart

Doing what is good

Is not doing what is right

So the beat goes on Time has come to be a hero

See your name in bright lights

Swept away with grand illusions

Force fed visions of fame

Your guard is down

You are the hunted

In a corporate world

That has no shame

Contracts signed all hail the new kings

Kept in a state of eternal bliss to be Stranded like thousands that went before me Stranded but I will never lay down come on Break out, rise up from oblivion

Rise up, sinners an saints

Break out, rise up from oblivion

Rise up, black sheep shall survive

Bathing in short living glory

Quickly becoming a faded memory

Drowning in the hidden vortex

Overflowed with ruined lives

Beaten by the glamour forces

This phoenix rises out from the ashes

From a light that never goes out

Stranded like thousands that went before me Stranded but I will never lay down come on Stranded like thousands that went before me Stranded but I will never lay down

Stranded like thousands that went before me Stranded but I will never lay down come on