Four figures appear before me Four to rule over the innocent One for bondage, one for power, one for greed, and another for fear In your logic, may I cast a spark? Twisted dogma, may I leave a mark? Without pretense or a defense in this moment of relevance So violent in their silence My voice trembles, my query is made Echoing throughout the chamber My words settle and slowly fade And I'm gasping for breath and reaching for depth I search my thoughts, this is all that was left
I say, living's not so easy when you disregard all of your own A man cannot exist when burdened by his fatal flaws They say we are the protectors, players and directors These are creeds and solemn vows We dim the lights when certain, hide behind the curtain Submission is all we allow
With all I have left in me, I slowly reach out my hand I touch them, tear off their shrouds Each face a state of my being And - And each one falls to the groundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
