It's All a Lot of Noise

All around I hear the noise, I hear the words, others say, I should be as them, they are so much better.
So much better, they've trusted in self, in pride, in this world, yet alone I stand, and say it'll get better.

One of these days it will get better, when I do not know but soon.
Someday soon, things will get better, perhaps it'll be tonight, perhaps tomorrow, perhaps it'll be noon.

Surely my dear one of these days and it won't be long, things will get better.
You see my dear, while you've all trusted in this world, in your pride, in your substance, I've trusted in no other than the one who designed the smallest splinter --

Remember my name laugh and believe me to be but a fool.
Look away, use your pride, your words to inflict every more pain, know you not you've become the Devils greatest tool?

You laugh, you mock, you scorn, you debase, and forget that it is before a great fall, that pride is lifted high.
Prideful, and spiteful, how do you never see your own shame, do you not even know the coming night is even now nigh?

Listen and hear, already the air has begun to tremble.
Tremble, and roar, as soon a mighty breath will ring out clear and true --