Letras
As we head for oblivion, on death row enslaved
So much internal suffering, impoverished and diseased
With so much hostility, withstanding social grace
The debt was even falsified, to get the dead to work
The wiseman raised iconic slaves
An image portrayed to be betrayed
The wiseman raised iconic slaves
An image portrayed to be betrayed
The wiseman raised iconic slaves
A portrayal of those he soon enslaved
Treason, he prayed upon souls of all he once employed
The reason, an evildoer scorned by all who took his hand
The wiseman raised iconic slaves
A portrayal of those he soon enslaved
Treason, he prayed upon souls of all he once employed
The reason, an evildoer scorned by all who took his hand