Music fades away when you arrive
Spreading the doom with every stride
The stare of hatred locked in your eyes
Sinister cravings behind sacred lies
You want me to beg
You want me to look
You want me to bend
And follow your rules
Judging from throne made out of gold
Taken from people that you control
Deep in your cave, the smell of decay
Surrounded by slaves, you ***** on their brain
You want me to pray
You want me to lay
Down on the floor
While you’re taking my pay
Kingdom of blind, darkness inside
The bread and the wine, poisonous bite
Be sure that someday the people will rise
You will back down when they finally realize
You want them to beg
You want them to cry
You feed on their weakness
That’s how you survive
The blindfold developed some holes by the time
Now we can see what’s on the other side
You made yourself bed with flameable lies
With spark it will turn into ocean of fire
You want me to beg
You want me to pray
You want me to dive
And make me obey
You are destroying the lives with your madness
Leaving them cold, fearful and helpless
You spit out your words, shooting out aimless
I stand up to you now, ready and shameless.
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 5:18 PM UTC
Reaching out without an answer
what have you done to our mansion?
peeling paper, burnt from arson
bricks are falling, walls seem ancient
I'm trying not to hear the rumble
as the roof turns into crumble
ash is falling from the mantle
what happened to once pretty castle?
Clinging on to little vase
I might save it from the break
house is wailing in the pain
on my face I feel the rain
Once - the happy memories and dreams of renovation
turned in ruins, flames and dust and fear of relocation
have to roam around the town or all across the nation
to gather all my strength and guts to face the revelation
Even as I walk I hear the rocks hitting the pavement
blocks that stood there once so proud, now shaking the basement
I stand back and watch the scene with bitter amazement
as it takes away with it my chance of warm embraces
Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 2:27 AM UTC