We toil and slave.
We're breaking our backs for the king.
Children are born hungry and poor.
Why is it so easy to look away?
Nothing ever changed. The order of things remains.
Freedom was always, only a dream.
The beast wears many masks.
Cut off his head and two will grow back to take it's place.
Once again back into the red world.
Can I control the anger?
Every day is desperate.
I want to feel something.
Can't I feel anything but rage?
Voice of dread talks softly.
Specter of Death is stalking.
I feel his cold hands around my neck.
I can't stand it. It's my fault. It's my fate. It's not a habit.
I can't change if it's in my nature.