Maelstrom Calling

They say 'new day, new hope'
But the misfit king still hides a rope
Somewhere between grey walls and a pile of skulls
Chasing shadows, hunting life, he always keeps a match at hand
He might set the world alight only to watch it fall, to praise its end

Broken glass, bare feet, strike a match in a dead end street
It's the maelstrom callingW
We're falling off the edge of life, we're falling...

Here's to the misfit kings
Here's to the weight of all things
Here's to the maelstrom of misery
The maelstrom in me

They say 'no hope, no fear'
But the misfit king won't give an ear
Somewhere between closed doors and a weary whore
Singing songs that make him laugh, he always keeps a knife at hand
He might tear the world in half only to watch it bleed, to make it end
Broken glass, bare feet, grind the blade in a dead end street
It's the maelstrom calling
We're falling off the edge of life, we're falling...

Here's to the misfit kings
Here's to the weight of all things
Here's to the maelstrom of misery
The maelstrom in me

He won't give in but damns it all
Maelstrom within, a world to fall

Here's to the misfit kings
Here's to the weight of all things
Here's to the maelstrom of misery
The maelstrom in me