Veracity has been throttled
So now we’re praising brats
And hailing prats
Lavishing blood toiled luxury
On undeserving lickspittles
The stone-hearted venal hands
Looking to their own laurels
They tickle themselves
To cackle at nothing
They beat their own drums
To dance to their dreadful songs
A conspiracy has just taken place
Justice has just been assassinated
Liberty just died after all the bloodshed
Nowhere but in the hands of its own sentinel
A trial, our trial was in session
But the law was kept in detention
The verdict has been passed
We’ve been found guilty
Our brothers sold us out
While we left ourselves at the altar
Sacrificing our dreams
Urging them on, watching their backs
Our brothers were only traitors
So now, why the parade?
Why this charade?
Tell these vaunted dreaming vassals
We’ve finally been vanquished
They only fought their own
Fought like idiots
They fought nothing
Ink On The Heart 