Antonio Neglia Packed In Purgatory
Reaping the wind,
take another breath,
one stop closer leads to another death
World without order takes it start
Corrupted figures don't know their parts
The day remains black as midnight
As the fallen reap from the in sight
Who are we to play a god?
Power consumes and blinds like fog
Grip your guns, we'll go to war
Who to fight. We'll pass you the torch
Hear the voice, breathe the fire,
We put pain back into desire
You wish you may
You wish you might
Now go and kill all in sight
Battered and broken,
Unholy and unspoken
The means of a hero considered to be a fellow
But with great means comes great sorrow
Consider the pain
Tears falling down like rain
From the heavens above
Puncture the hearts of the living and the sane
Don't you see
This pain will never cease
Fighting for no reason, not one sense of your liberty
Lost souls on bloody seas
Doesn't help the weakened praying on bloody knees
This is no game, this is called war
Something not needed, something so uncalled for
You speak of liberty
We speak of uncertainty
Cant you see this is just some bloody hypocrisy ?
We fear no enemy
Already have been driven to insanity
This life is what you call some
God damn ****ing abnormality.
Play your god, play your part
The worlds your stage, and lock our freedoms within a cage
Diabolical factions satisfy your taste
The world as we know it
Is sure at stake.