Desperate streets
Muddied with the bones of children
Crushed by gold-laced tyrants
Dancing on their graves
There's blood on their hands
of the souls that they enslaved
The mass of sunken faces
Lie incarcerated
Their spectacle drowns the dead
They parade their arrogance
And in a nation of gold
We gild our despair
as the truth fades away
Entombed, we craven dead
Cast away, our dream dispersed
Our pleasure pre-determined
In garrotted houses we decay
Our detachment manufactured
There's no escape
In the darkest of nights
The cold couldn't cut through
our seeping hate for each other
Awake to the blistering sun
Wherein we burn and fade
Yet our ghosts still crave for death
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