Hands Of Snakes
by Dcoi· from Self Titled
Our lives are cheapened by the very fact. That we endure this pain from day to day. You think I've lost but I've been holding back. I pitch brain with a fork to find the words to say. Our nation is under attack. Who manipulates the strings to make the puppet dance? The red, white, and blue is is fading away, were we ever supposed to live this way. The red,white, and blue is feeding the pain, we were never supposed to live this way and with a simple twist of hate. Our fate is placed in the hands of fucking snakes. Walking reptiles with no souls. The living dead in dusty robes.