Torn in disarray
Listen what I say
Brand your people, let them go
Send them on their way
Worn the fired plead
Give them what they need
Kill your people, let them die
Before they plant the seed
Born, the black creation
Sure to never die
In crimson sorrow, rise
Not to compromise
No one knows where the cold wind blows
Until it's in their eyes
In guarded disbelief
The crimson turns to grief
The loyalty you knew so well
Now stuck between your teeth
Born, the black creation
Sure to never die
I am God's creation
I see the light of death
Within your eyes
Within your eyes
Within your eyes
Within your eyes
Breathe the devil's creation
I got a mouthful of flies
I am the scourge of the nation
Harbored within your eyes
Never wore the crimson red
Never thorns adorned the head
Give us all you used to see
Now the song will always be
Left unto complacency
Right or wrong, conspiracy
Left us all their dues and lies
The forsaken, all we see
Choose commit to right or wrong
The road remaining ever long
Truth in anger's compromise
The light that shines within your eyes
Never was mistaken
Never was the prize
Never unforsaken
To hide within your eyes
Never an illusion
The ever-rising tide
This, the Constitution
Harbored in your eyes
Breathe the devil's creation
I got a mouthful of flies
I am the scourge of the nation
Harbored within your eyes
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