Course Of Empire Hiss
Yesterday is gone at last
Even God won't change the past
Today I'm older than my age
The only gift I have is rage
Hiss is singing in my ears, ringing
Hiss is singing in my ears ringing
Someone's pounding at my door
It's louder than it was before
The pounding never disappears
The only gift I have is fear
Hiss is singing in my ears, ringing
Hiss is singing in my ears, ringing
Rapid windows while I sleep
I hold a glimpse of honest peace
You're there to meet me at the gate
The only gift I have is faith
Hiss is singing in my ears, ringing
Hiss is singing in my ears, ringing
