Heralds of gods of misery
Pretend not to hear our screams
Shadows of what I once believed
Things that never should be
From their palaces of gold
They don’t care about us
Black market of souls
All is bought, All is sold
My life,
worthless cries
That’s the
price
We pay
for our same old mistakes
Rats in a labyrinth
Little toys of old pigs
We are just another piece
In this game of greed
Lessons we never learn
Again the same ambush
Look, our pride is hurt
And our memories were burn
Blinds leading blinds
Until the end of times
Circle never dies
I wonder why
Lessons we never learn
We don’t know to take
Same old mistake
Will be the same
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