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.