There's a group of liar They're steady on brigade Bunch of gold diggers Creepy old old men with the power of decider They seize people's head Make a move as an offender Seize the great of people's head No one can save, no one can free No one will free, no one will see Those little thing you take Under siege of decider's head Speaking air, breathing lies Hiding truth behind their hive Midnight chimes, hard and loud Soaring through the endless night Above the hill, people screams But there's no one hear Down the hill big man grinds Hiding true reality