The empire

wether you cut off the rope
of your limbs
the kings and queens will go on
off with our heads
boring a fracture

as we
keep looking around
clueless like dogs
punching to ourselves
prices up
the will goes down

you might have power
you might be upstairs
but through your lies
we're able to reach
the truth you hid
behind despair

it was a trick
we are the tools
to built the empire
these visions decive
as we go down