Everything seems in order

But when things come to shove they never seem what they are

Men dragging confessions to the law

While others drag money to clear their sins away

Freedom is only for the ones who can afford it

Don't ask your country what you can do for it

But ask how much should I surrender

A few men have created empires slaying their foes

But I create mine with spewing words that bubble with venom

Crumbling them from within

Bringing the warrior that has awaken

Sliding in darkness waiting to beat the drum

We all want to hear

The curia is long gone

But the thought still impedes our minds

Never forget the smell of smoldering ash

That lays beneath your feet.