O'Brother Sleep
These faces, no one embraces,
Trade your intelligence for a smile
He wo harasses, innocent masses
Forgives, to save your soul - in time
Desperate believers, emotion dealers
Have never learned to cry liquid pearls
And silently these Tribes of Traitors
Have captured everyone, including you
Have you commanded painfully?
Have you avoided endlessly?
Have you not seen these tired faces?
Have only left your gruesome traces!
These are my words to make an empire fall
And to raise a New, a better one.
Autor(es): Adrian Hates
