The broken wheel has turned, they're at it once again Taking the worlds riches and turning it to sand The secret cycle broke and bit the mending hand Forced into omission by power that's gone mad
Torn to pieces like worthless paper Stolen a part of me I can't decipher I'm a rotting corpse in the hot sun Waiting to be freed from what you have done to me
Black holes and endless pits, your thirst will not be quenched Tyrants will always die and receive one last breath Your selfish acts left you with fruits of nothingness When my chains are gone, yours will still have a grasp
Torn to pieces like worthless paper Stolen a part of me I can't decipher I'm a rotting corpse in the hot sun Waiting to be freed from what you have done to me