Автор: Mr. Strange

They manipulate and they mold The rules they should uphold His ignorance of the law Is the victim’s only flaw

A hell is upon us now this day Silence whispering unspoken rage To lend a hand but not in force

Repeat this habitual course To lift this weight which drags me under Treading in my remorse I must stay above

The roll of distant thunder breaks The afternoon of silence wakes They hurry through from Petergate as if they know

I sense the tension A thickness in the air The filthy air of our morality Misplaced affection In lost and

Lying there on satin sheets Her body cold her heart still beats A frozen love is your defeat Sitting on

I know it’s true that you’re feeling oppressed I know that some hold you down But fighting evil with still

We have pretended far too long Ignoring far too much Accountability long overdue We have neglected far too long Assuming

Donning a sweet contented mask Acquiring bliss, a grueling task Adoring a regretful past Wondering how long it can last

I don’t dream anymore Yes, they just seem to fade Always stripping me so clean… Deserting me I strive to