Wrapped up in that razor wire wall called humanity, I've closed my eyes,
Such pawning sheep for the queen to take, such pieces to protect the
king's lies.
Wrapped in anger wrapped in hate, decided along time ago their fate.
Born in killing ,born in lies, now they are just born to die.
Long torn down my fate's been cut, wrapped in silver bleed out shut.
Closed away their rook now gone, leaving me no ones pawn.
I died to live, I cleared the slate, wont go down in histories hate.
Shadows held and silence dear, they control all they touch will fear.
Kill the mind enslave the soul and they have no better goal.
Nothing to fear but fear itself ,bled it out and held the wealth.
Razor tears cut down my marble face, never seen leaving no trace.
Born of blood long they've bled, born on steal with none to shed.
Danced with kings in times embrace, Rendered now a long lost race
Andrea Chitaro