Your burden is heavy
Your tanks are empty
Nowhere to turn , to make a hasty retreat
Its real and its got a hold of you the taste of defeat

Burying heads in desert sands
No way to wash the stain from hands
Your flag you have set and your mark is made
Enjoy the starring role in your malevolent masquerade

No more can your great friend deceit
Burn the land that caresses my feet
As the tempest of your turmoil continues to wear your sanity thin
Take yourself back, regress to the place where for you it did all begin

For those of you whose allegiance is towards the amassing of great animosity
Dont be surprised when there is no helping hand to pull you from your travesty
Your cover blown
To the lions you should be thrown