A Touch From Death

Hidden behind a wall of secrecy Hidden behind a void of misery
It's the truth only a few will ever see You're a sheep and it's all you'll ever be
A dark shadow with a head of horn An evil spirit with a shapeless form
You're just a puppet with no real voice So kill your master then we can rejoice

The sorry state of the world affairs Keep us bitter, keep us poor, there's no time to care
The leader's words, they hold no truth The lies they spew from the mouth of proof
Tangled in so much red tape The mind is machine, only job is rape
Tangled in a skew of death Everything's polluted, every single breath

Falling from this precipice Heading towards an early death
We don't seem to care that much We kill everything we touch
It's feast of vanishing, the fire of blood
The innocent ones have spilled the blood The people in charge should be hung, they're shot

This place is getting way too fucking hot
Falling from this precipice Heading towards an early death
We don't seem to care that much We kill everything we touch



Credits
Writer(s): Charles Mottley
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