Look me in the eye
And tell me you don't feel the same
They took our souls
And sold them back three fold
Just another day in the life of the common rabble
Another day in this up hill battle
The tyrant's call
Becoming louder
Try as we may
We must heed
The ivory tower is black to the core
No longer a monument
Now an eyesore
All the years pass
With grief and strife
With these miserable short comings
To think we can
Just to be beaten down
Again
Again and again
And again
The wickedness of the father is passed down to the son
Taught in the ways of cruelty and malice
Turn the fools cheek
Strike down the meek
Leaving the cities in cinders
For all to bear
Witness to their
Own atrocities
All the years
With grief and strife
With these miserable
Short comings
To think we can
Just to be beaten down
Again and again and again and again
Again and again and again
Bow down
On bloody knees
Martyred
For their own beliefs
Betrayed
They taken everything
Left you
With nothing but
Pain
The wickedness of the father
Is passed down to the son
Taught in the ways
Of cruelty
The wickedness of the father
Is passed down to the son
Taught in the ways of
Cruelty and
Malice
Burn the city
Down to ash
Burn