Gone from the land is common value
Ruled now by the spring wind
Twisted loud, seeking not what’s true
Unable the reasons to defend
The stench of corruption lingers still
As the messiah’s thugs slither in the night
Awaking the bacteria that makes us all ill
Claiming the assets of those shivering in fright
As The One sets out to claim his world throne
Eagerly he’ll solve all the world’s wrongs
Or so he dreams in hopes to atone
For the evil we did by spreading our songs
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment