Grinding people into human steps
They must rise the ranks of power
Nothing held dear a driven psychopathic
Pawns and sheep we are but far from innocent
Heed the kindred dark souls
Empty as the shifting shadows
Spreading secrets of fear and infection
They will trample us willing to seal our fates
Always a victim of fate
Outward mask hiding the face of disdain
Rumors and whispers burning holes in brains
Seeds of discontent grow to focused hate
Top of the hill of bodies will take reign
Heed the kindred dark souls
Empty as the shifting shadows
Spreading secrets of fear and infection
They will trample us willing to seal our fates
Always a victim of fate