Hail to one and all our heathen kings
Pushing out disbelief on everything

Pictures painted for prosperity
Evil in the eyes I do believe

Call em out for making up the rule
Better be a bastard than a fool

You may find your answer much too soon
Might as well be a dancer on the moon

When the dreams and nightmares are done
And you're left with nowhere to run
You can trust the fight has only begun

Greed and hate motivate us to devour
Desecrate destruction of the power

Mind and will forever shall be free
As you kneel in hope in front of me

With your dreams and nightmares unfurled
And the stones of hatred are hurled
Clutching to this confiscated world

Solo

Fall into a grave that's marked “too soon”
The thing that's meant to save is killing you

Faces in the sand, never shall we learn
Confiscated world continues to burn

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