Fall of the Republic

A sickness of the mind, a psychosis of the spirit
Derangement consuming the masses at the behest of idiots
Talking heads stoking fears day in and day out

A pale horse in darkness rides ruthless plagues in tow
Dead rising, no slumber, to drag them underground

The lies breed hatred and the mobs call for death
Social order crumbles and the cities begin to burn
Once proud people now lunge for each others throats
Gutted and skinned, cutting their numbers down

Fall of the landed mind, moon of fire
Winter like these sinners who now try to hide
There's no place left for freedom, no place to run
In the streets of shame the republic will fall

Fall of the landed mind, moon of fire
Winter like these sinners who now try to hide
There's no place left for freedom, no place to run
In the streets of shame the republic will fall

The fire, the ashes, the souls stained char
Venom, vitriol, rage, no self control
Black holes in the eyes since the time of Seth
I watched the world die years before it's last breath



Credits
Writer(s): Richard Wainman
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