They came to the west and inscribed their words to be passed down.
Eyes were blindly turned to shake the hurt, pouring from endemic souls.
Resistance was met with blows to the heads and hearts that could share our blood.
You say you're the best but define the worst to be passed down.
We're all born with a light waiting to cut through enveloping shadow imposing our sight when a man decides to build his own throne.
Ground was laid to conserve mind-sets drowned in bias gold.
With land to claim followed a violence quenching longing kings, drafting plans of humans bought and sold.
Longing kings took, “the burden,”up.
They claimed the saving of the, “half-devils.”
They filled their young with malice that permeates.
Danger is a country founded on a staircase of necks that provided its steps to the top.
Looking down your nose you’ll find that you created a monster that’s growing the darkest of hearts.
How far we’ve come is not far enough
At times we’re lost in what surrounds, it’s all common ground.
Escape the vile, swelling clouds bestowed with your crown. Ride the hate and extirpate the world.
They came to the west and inscribed words to be passed down with eyes blindly turned to shake the pain forced. They came to the west and inscribed words to be passed down with eyes blindly turned to shake the pain pouring.