[Music & Lyrics: Jarpen]
Take a look at the new rules of this game
Wicked laughters are feeding their fame
Hearing
the cries from the empty shells
Unmoved they seem
Hungry for turmoil and wedges
Ivy-clad so that we can't see
One peace at
a time they steal
Collecting memories
Notch up another victory
Upon our shoulders and true beliefs
With wheedling words
they reign
So sweet is our decay
Raise your voice
Aim as high as they can't see
Now you can say:
"Speak your last
word,
speak your last word!"
Born in the garden of overgrown madness
We still search what remains of our lives
Scattered
pieces for their jigsaw puzzle
Swapping destinies
Whencesoever they derive their powers
Where all hopes are misled and
repressed
Vowing to break from the hardest chains
Tearless they seem
Prophets of doom
Playing god, how does it
feel?
The fate of Sky and Earth
Awaits their sentence too
Shattered we are
Sold and bought in the Merchants'
fair
Beneath hard flesh it burns
Beware of our hate!
[repeat Bridge and Chorus]
[Acoustic solos: Jarpen]
[Solos:
Jarpen, Aydan, both]
[repeat Bridge and Chorus]