Broken church doors, smashed stained glass
littler a floor covered in the blood of innocence
A forgotten world left to rot in its own disgrace.

why do we carry on when there is nothing left
we fight to live and live to fight
within dreams of dust and destruction
we weep into our broken hands

the unforgivable domination
of a leaderless nation
lost to greed and want
never a thought of freedom in a slaves mind.

Corrupt so called leaders
leading a dying flock of brainless sheep
the carnage they leave in their wake
that the few free-spirited souls try to save
signing their own death warrants
with bitter smiles and unwilling minds

The shackles of our own minds
crushing any chance of redemption.