Riot of Violence

 

greedy for 
 
blood paralyzed by power 
decision to die tales of terror 
deep in the corner 
passion to kill 
corpse on the ground mind starts to chill 
 
a man lies in the corner covered with blood 
bloody wounds on his body praying for his god 
people pass him by but they say why should we 
care about him he will die today 
 
riot of violence 
 
find your own way you must go alone 
kill all next to you they want the throne 
the infectious disease the only life 
you're scared to death die by the knife 
 
brutality and mighty wars warriors start to fight 
with bombs and guns the troops have come to 
extinguish the light 
i'd rather not go wild tonight but i must save myself 
 
on a field littered with corpses was a lonely flower 
it reminds the world how it was 
but we kicked it away with power
 
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