I'm the blood I am the flesh
I will turn into dust
I need no control spells on my soul
I'll choose my way at last
Thought to be a slave
The wealth they need
The power they seek
They crucified ideals
Corrupted soul leeching on faith
To make them bleed I see it spreads
Their domination, mutilation
They shatter boundaries
False prophecy, crowds on their knees
The end will come from the east
Thought to obey
Our world is sick
I won't obey madness and hate
The power that drains us
Choose other way, rot, decay
And just wait for something vile
Our world is sick
Violence we preach
Our choices are missed
Lies unrevealed
Concealed behind laughter
Your solution is revolution
But what'll remain after that
Born to be a slave
Thought to obey
Thought to be fake

INVIA LE CORREZIONI