“When the kings of foreign lands begin the rise of fear they went into hiding. In the shadows they did conspire.â€
This is the dying age,
This is controlled restraint
This is the future shock as we become hollow
This is the dying wave that brings a new tomorrow
This is the falling rain,
These are the broken days
I spend my life of confusion in pain
As if to make the lunatic look sane
Kings afraid of guillotines,
Cower in the shadows
As they bring the faithful from theirs knees
To exterminate their power
This is the frozen phase,
This is a chosen rage
Hoping that the wounds will fester and drain
Hoping in our present state of pure disdain
Kings afraid of guillotines,
Cower in the shadows
As they bring the faithful from theirs knees
To exterminate their power