Beneath the shit and dirt I breed
Under wicked suns I dream
In the words I read
That no one understands but me
Come along with me
To a land where no ones free
The innocent cry
To the callous elite
While our leaders turn the other way
They won't listen to the wise
If only to hear what they speak
Or to spare even an ounce of pain
Draw the curtains
Among the silhouettes I feed
Riding wings of death to my own beat
Rend the servants deemed
Lost and worthless fiends
Come with me to where
The innocent cry
To the callous elite
While our leaders turn the other way
They won't listen to the wise
If only to hear what they speak
To spare even an ounce of pain
Draw the curtains
Draw the curtains
Now
Draw the curtains
Draw the curtains now
Draw the curtains
Draw the curtains
Innocent cry
To the callous elite
While our leaders turn the other way
They won't listen to the wise
If only to hear what they speak
Or to spare even an ounce of pain
Innocent cry
To the callous elite
While our leaders turn the other way
They won't listen to the wise
If only to hear what they speak
To spare even an ounce of pain
Draw the curtains
Draw the curtains
Draw the curtains
Let the light in