All this sorrow,

All this pain,

Regarded with complacent disdainI could have everything in life,

I'd be just as insane



Love isn't the problem,

This one ain't worth solving



Blood sweat and tears is what you give,

In in return, you get a rusty shiv

In the center of your back, as the world fades to black

Like a horror movie you'd see on a big screen,

All you want to do is scream

But you can't even do that, they have you chained down

For the amusement of kings, with a rusted crown

You've done nothing wrong, except being born,

And for that your mind apart has been torn

The sickest of men are the ones who delight

In the pain and suffering of those too weak to fight

A smile slides across their face,

The blood flows in disgrace

Beaten to death, for the pleasure of the few,

Those who laugh at what is left of you

The world shall burn with the sin in this place,

The world shall be torn apart with such haste

All powerful men on one subject agree,

Only the mighty know what it is like to be free