Day after day
I see the dread upon their passing faces
Oppressed and restrained
The lives you've taken cannot be replaced
Pulling the strings
You wallow in the wealth you've gained through slaughter
Preach your beliefs
A mass grave for the sons and daughters
Control in the form of fear
Impending doom
End of days is drawing nearer
For far too long you've won
The blood that stains your hands, reminder of the damage done