Tyrants

Bullets travelling through the air without meaning
Destroying dreams and forcing destinies.

Innocence is rotten in liters of pain
Creating a river of injustice and disunity.

Sadness and despair take over the souls
And the agony is constant
Remove your hands from your eyes
And see reality.

The world turns around corruption and evil.

Innocence is rotten in liters of pain
Creating a river of injustice and disunity.

Sadness and despair take over the souls
And the agony is constant
Remove your hands from your eyes
And see reality.

Welcome to the party
Where the music is screams and crying
Where hunger abounds
Where tyrants are the hosts.

The agony is constant!