The Storm of Change

Words are the same, Souls are the same
Evilness is masked, as the good roll in shame

Divinity is a weapon, depriving the righteous
Justice is the slogan held by the merciless

Leaving us drugs, dope to keep us asleep
And that kills only fear, as hatred within weeps

Lusting for the blood of who we despise
Rage is all what is left in our intoxicated minds

But as soon as we are there, our numbness is gore
We only feel the pain, and our craving for more

Tears fall down, for we are so helpless
Vulnerable to the breeze, for we are so defenseless

Zombies we remain. Are we alive or are we dead?
Where did it all go? All the thoughts of freedom in our heads

Gone with the storm, the scorching storm of change
And yet we live another reign of corruption & unspoken rage