Lyrics The Arena - Fates Warning

The Arena

Shinning stunning
Men of grandeur
Blinding, numbing
With winsome wiles in specious styles
Speeches etching
Rhyming, wrenching
Men so shallow
Stumble fetching
For words that maze, to clear their daze
Calm in disarray
Sinking day by day
Hopeless never see
Save what they believe
Choices weakening
Ever sinking
Men are poisoned
Into thinking
That they’ve a voice above their noise
Spheres of disarray
Worsened by the day
Sadly led and fooled
Without thoughts to rule