Artillerie - Song of the Trodden Lyrics

Pointing your fingers away, Make yourself look like a saint
Of all the things I find are so wrong, These are what you advocate
LIES!!!

Polished dreams, injected in
Into a willing and blindfolded unknowing subject...

Scarring fingers pointing
Make you feel
So much more than nothing
If you could
Vouch for one more lie than
You would be
So much more a man than you are worth now

Silently bleeding away, Mocking a house full of pain
The path that world offers is so wrong, still you would give in again
WHY???

Polished dreams, injected in
Into a willing and blindfolded unknowing subject...

Scarring fingers pointing
Make you feel
So much more than nothing
If you could
Vouch for one more lie than
You would be
So much more a man than you are worth now

Rising again.... I am rising again

My tower is burning down
The choice I made was wrong
To where my feet would run
And who would call me son

I see my guilt again, It plays me night and day
Enslaved to flesh and blood, just tell me who would care

Oh who would care...