The make believers
We trusted to redeem us
Underachievers
Demoralise, harvest the lies
Today redeemed
Tomorrow scream believe
With thoughts so dire
We’re in denial, at ease
Awake a dark intention, a storm of thorns
The stealth of mass deception will welcome all
Forlorn years of deadly deeds
With theory to sustain us
As domination breaks us
The withering enslavers
Harbouring doubt, they’ll break you down
This deathly greed
Has planted seeds of dreams
With thoughts expired
The ending hours of need
Awaken pandemonium the swarm endorse
The source of mass deception hangs on our thoughts
Forlorn years of deadly deeds
Divine have wept before me
Desire of death reforms me