Enemy Of Man
It's like a parody but everybody is real
It doesn't make much sense to me
A broken melody that no one's able to feel
It's getting harder and harder to breathe
I need to know what's true
I need to know what's real
Cry me a sea of disbelief
Is he the leader of our grief?
The enemy of man is chief
Is he six hundred and sixty six?
You don't see how it feeds such false peace
Many talk conspiracy
A secret enemy that lives in our society
But is it all an actuality
It doesn't make much sense to me
A broken melody that no one's able to feel
It's getting harder and harder to breathe
I need to know what's true
I need to know what's real
Cry me a sea of disbelief
Is he the leader of our grief?
The enemy of man is chief
Is he six hundred and sixty six?
You don't see how it feeds such false peace
Many talk conspiracy
A secret enemy that lives in our society
But is it all an actuality
Credits
Writer(s): Shayne Malone
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