Letras
I trace the spines of the dusty books
Wonder who wrote them, which roads they took
The oldest carry the weight of the stained
Wisdom hidden, where the truth is chained
I read the ones forbidden and strange
Where the history ends. and the lies arrange
You have to hold it up to the light
Question the author, for the ink is might
You might want to hide, keep your head in the sand
But open your eyes. see where we stand
Put your hand down, child
(Put your hand down, child)
You don't want to be reviled
(To be reviled)
Study the rules and do not dare stray
Don't look at the board. or the games that they play
(Just look away)
Something is twisted, the words are all hollow
They ring one command: we simply follow
They elevate filth, they bury the true
Making the ancient sin look like the new
But the arrogance leaks, it cannot be bound
You cannot help. but see the shimmer of the crown
It's subtle, the years of the indoctrinations
A slow-motion drowning of the whole of nations
What was once virtue is now called a fable
They switch all the cards. underneath the table
Put your hand down, child
(Put your hand down, child!)
You don't want to be reviled
(To be reviled!)
Study the rules and do not dare stray
Don't look at the board. or the games that they play
Then the wind blew hard. and the veil tore wide
We saw a part of the rot that was waiting inside
It wasn't just greed, it was something obscure
A hatred of anything living and pure
Not men in suits, but a hunger so old
Trading the warm blood for the cold
A banquet of misery, a culture of death
Sucking the spirit right out of the breath
We saw the machine. we saw the meat
We saw the monsters. beneath the elite
But the shock didn't kill us, it sharpened the sight!
We took all the horror and turned on the light!