The grand illusion
Nothing more than a fairy tale
I've bled for you
Snapped bones
Lost friends, brothers, sisters
I would have died for you
How nieve of me
To think you were a right
Something that could be given
I should have known you would forsake me
You promise hope
Yet you shackle anyone who buys in
And I bought in
Head first with everything I have
*******
You're a scheme, propaganda
But that's the game
The price to play is bloodshed
What would you care?
It's never yours anyway