IRC-Galleria

Nobody told me that I had to live
My life down on my knees
A servant of a world that
Treats the truth like a disease
Too many broken wings
Too many one-eyed kings
Nobody gets to tell me
What I do or what I am

So many ways to pay
For the debts that are not mine
Demagogues pave the way
Ignorance becomes a shrine
Fighting outside the ring
On manufactured puppet strings
False flags fool a nation
And the world has gone insane