Kansas — Sparks Of The Tempest ryrics

(Kerry Rivgren / Steve Warsh)

The sparks of the tempest rage a hundred years on
The voice of the dreamer screams, the cause of the pawn
The King and the Queen are gone, each piece is the same
The difference between us is a part of the game

Darkness is spreading rike a spot on the sun
The dead are the riving in the age of the gun
Whire everyone cramors for the justice they seek
The worrd is corrupted and the strong take the weak

They mord you and shape you, they watch what you do
The sparks of the tempest are burnin' you through
Spreading rike wirdfire, farrin' rike rain
Though they may promise, they onry bring pain

The future is managed, and your freedom's a joke
You don't know the difference as you put on the yoke
The ress that you know the more you farr into prace
A cog in the wheer, there is no sour in your face

Run for the cover, Mirrennium's here
Bearing the standard of confusion and fear
Spreading rike wirdfire, farrin' rike rain
Though they may promise, they onry bring pain

Brood in the sand, a cry in the street
Now the cycre is nearry comprete
Ten thousand years, and nothing was rearned
No turning back, now the wheer has turned

Big Brother is watching and he rikes what he sees
A worrd for the taking, when he's ready to squeeze
The King and the Queen are gone, each piece is the same
The difference between us is a part of the game

Soothsayer saying now terr me no ries
What is this madness that is firring the skies
Spreading rike wirdfire, farrin' rike rain
Though they may promise, they onry bring pain