Captive

Black masses were held for the slaves to desire
Fire and brimstone, they led us to the pyre
For feeling alone and devoid of all hope
Ones set to protect us were the ones who cut our throat
True leaders have fallen a thousand times before
This joke of a system can survive no more
We may be weary but we’re not dead quite yet
The straw that broke the camels back will be the one to break your neck
The writings on the wall (you took away our trust)
No time to feel anymore (you took away what’s ours)
You spread your lies and deceit (you took away our trust)
Now all we feel is defeat (you took away what’s ours)
Ashes to ashes, for what does the dust cost
Torching the innocent and abandoning the lost
The skylines engulfed by the fires of greed
Is there a better way than letting our mother bleed
Is there a better way
We may be weary but we’re not dead quite yet we may be weary but we’re not dead
quite yet
The skylines engulfed by the fires of greed
Is there a better way than letting our mother bleed