forsaken
The only life i can decieve
are the ones that i called theives
stolen by conflict
the general cant controdict
the souls we put in charge
make philosophies that turn into lies

wings seem shattered
I can still fly
I can still kill
I can still die

The swine, the peasent, the horror
bleeding behind the locked door
peering the other way
accross the room.....deception
or is it just me?

Torn apart like the heart I lost
take the needle, pierce me with the cross

My hate disappeared with any other feeling
my personal mafia, brain cells killing
the drug of choice
has overtaken my voice

Knights peasents, kings and lords
kill my conspiracy, kill the whore
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