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Raped by those who possess power

Sitting all along the menacing watchtower

For all those poor lambs to see

The oncoming storm, from a deadly sea



Serve your mortal gods

They'll show you the righteous path

Lay your life before their hands

Produce your heart to the ill-fated

Or die trying to live it out



A commanding presence standing overhead

Stern faced and withered

With a broken smile to dampen

Even the brightest of hearts

Words that invigorate

Igninting the fire upon millions of servants

With no choice

But to lay their lives before the storm



Take up your arms and package your hatred

Your only key to survival in the wilderness

Senses cleansed...

Mind, body, and soul acting in unison

Performing the feats of a great soldier

Awarded for a war that was never meant to be



We'll give our lives and they'll take with smiles

They'll condemn the evil-doers with blood and trials

Fear is the weapon of choice

To cover the truth, to silence the voice



None of it matters

None of it matters now

Slowly drifting away from consciousness

Nothing matters

Nothing matters at all

Keeping our distance from ourselves

Nothing will ever be the same

Because thats just the name of the game