Words From A Simple King

Faceless gods make shallow claims
This daily fix of fear and shame
Another shot to the hope of dreams
Now lay to rest all that remains
A battered shore that once was home
Ruined lives vultures feast upon
Cloudy skies of a future dies
Wish upon your stolen cries

Honest liars speak too much
The norm has become a crutch
As the drug worms deeper in
Feel new dread controlling
Looming shadows of the lost
This house is but a cross
Open hands and blank eyes
There is no peace to buy

Beautiful monsters offer fame
Tempting lure to end the pain
False friends to make days go by
They will soon claim your life
Rallying sounds are a lie
Soon you will be cast aside
Glory cannot be bought and sold
This is the end of the line

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