There's grey sky, I'm cold inside What is the measure of a man, if he can't heed advice What does a moment require? A liar To the left to the right, no restrictions on our minds As we climb to the crown of the vista looking down In the sky see the beast roll around all the fires in the east And the crowns on our heads are starting to turn blood red Red red red red red red red red They're starting to turn A movement takes but a second in your mind It can be corrosive if it's brought to life What is the answer we seek? we are weak To the left to the right, no restrictions on our minds As we climb to the crown of the vista looking down In the sky see the beast roll around all the fires in the east And the crowns on our heads are starting to turn blood red Red red red red red red red red They're starting to turn