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?