The Arena testo

Words of cunning

Shining, 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

Spheres of disarray

Worsened by the day

Sadly led and fooled

Without thoughts to rule