Perceive just pain, putrid plight.
The past has painted us praying for sight.
Hands reach for the holy as they hail their hierarch.
Burn bridges, bathe in blood.
Boundless the burden belongs on us.
The masses made malleable with media manipulation,
Massacres, murders, morbid dismay.
Molding the moron with misinformation,
They master their might making monsters of men.
Claim the rights to the righteous.
Let the innocent bleed.
Wage war with the whispers,
That wake up the silenced so they can be seen.
Paint the world in a different light,
Watch the sun claim the endless night.
Now wake with me and see,
The heavens fall into the sea.
Cross the line,
It's high time the rulers of this world walk as blind as we are,
To their crimes,
Hand in hand they can wander this world as lost as we have been.
Hands reach for the holy as they hold onto hate with their hearts in their hands.
Fuck this fear of finding fault in the faces that fake their tears.
Falling out of frame, the "free" follow feeble minds forever in faith.
They hand their homes to the hands that feed them hollow hate.
Race the rising sun, revolve around reasons that right your wrongs.
I am a whisper in a world where everyone needs to scream to be heard!
Scream to be heard!