Martyrs

Leave your hope for truth, in the hands of faith,
let it lead the way.
None of us is whole, madness shapes our fate,
we’re the ones to blame.

The thinking mind is singled out.
The fool is royalty and
never will let you evolve

Our laments echo silent, hidden to their eyes.
The wordless ghost of mankind
tongueless criticize.

The masses voice is silent
lost within our walls.
They’re waiting for a mistake
to provide our fall.

Spirit of the water, let the sky fall down on me,
suffocate the fires lit to harm.
Hear the prayers calling and embrace our fallen sons,
heal the open wound that bleeds the earth.

Shepherd of the elite, guiding light of vain,
idol of its prey.
Give your servants hope while they beg for change
and so they’ll obey…

We are made for dreaming, for wandering the earth
for what we have is all we need.
Framed inside a system
made to praise the tame,
a leash to keep our will restrained

Drowning in the shadow, of the wonders we have built.
We are,
the ashes and the seeds
Spirit of the water, let the rain pour down on me.
We know,
our essence is the key.

Spirit of the water,let the sky fall down on me,
suffocate the fires lit to harm.
Hear the prayers calling and embrace our fallen sons
Heal the open wound that bleeds the earth