Critical Mass - White Wizzard

Forged within redemption

Creeping death surrounds you

Floating in a sea of lies

Your worst nightmare is coming true

Used to playing your games

Stealth and out of range

Hide behind a pen and words

Now the cards have rearranged

I don’t care what you think of me

Hypocrite’s philosophy

Judging words flow from your pen

Substance more of mice than men

Look into a mirror see

Deepest hypocrisy

Skeleton closet

Filled with misery

Now mirror fade to black

Just another useless hack

One swift rush we’re coming back

Rip you apart like a hard attack

Shred your guts to red wine

Expose your blackened soul

Revealing all your worthless lies

Time to pay the final toll

Chess board is revealing

A king that’s met his fate

You overplayed your hand my friend

Your time has come it’s far too late

Lords of karma ring bells of your toll

Words manifest a backdraft in your soul

Flames arise turn words to dust and ash

Melting blood red reaching critical mass

The dragon spits his red flame

Burn your words into the night sky

We’ll rise to take the chalice

On dark wing the wizzard flies high

Now we are growing stronger

Hold high swords of destiny

Riding upon the waves

Guiding light upon a blue sea

Angels fly — our souls ride high

New rebirth — to sail the stars and sky