Drop the charades
No way I'll settle for this
Break my bones and I'll come for your soul
This archaic war brings no peace
But the death of the helpless
As they stood in despair
From the tail of the backline
The malice
To what extent that they thirst for repentance
To spread their ill intentions
To plague the world with abhorrence
With every inch of hate
What will you seize
What will you feed from the famine
While they breathe in desiccation
What will you bring
Panicked
Unease from uncertainty
Subdued by the liar's tongue
How much will it take
For the shepherd to see
That the sheep are wolves
Cloaked by counterfeits
Encompassing the death this honour
To feed their faded hearts with empty promise
This could be the end
For all the failing lies
For all the times
That you took all their lives
This could be the end
Now everyone can see
The truth from your deceits
Sever the ties
While they pray in a thousand tongue
Sever these eyes
While they perish to dust
With masquerade
You led them to their knees
Fall to demise
Forced to see behind these prisoned eyes
A coward you masked your face
With your hands tainted in blood
Take back all the knives
That you left in their backs
Before you bury the hatchet