SCORN

A broken soul cold and wasted
A marionette leaded by thousands of hands
Paranoid of losing existence
You think you're living freedom

How could we sink this far
Stuck motionless like trees facing fire
The greed keeps glowing in our eyes
Taking everything and only show despise
Spoiled enough to end our own kind
Our abundance has us losing our minds

We became slaves of a culture
Refusing the power to take a stand
We can make it together

I am nobody
How could i make a change
Why should i move my feet if i could do nothing at all
With our blindfolds on, we hammer in the nails
We're digging our own graves

I won't be a part of your silence
We could make it but we're only getting closer to the edge

It seems like your mouths have been sewn shut
I hope you're proud, i hope you're to be the face of disgust
The sickness in our minds grows stronger and stronger
With each empty word that we spit at each other
I won't be a part of your silence
We could make it but we are trapped in our heads

I am nobody
How could i make a change
(Why should i move my feet if i could do nothing at all)
With our blindfolds on, we hammer in the nails
We're digging our own graves