Torn in disarray, Hear now what I say

Brand your people, let them go

Send them on their way

Worn the fired plead, give them what they need

Kill your people let them die

Before they plant the seed

Born, the black creation

Sure, to never die

In crimson sorrow rise, not to compromise

No one knows where the cold wind blows

Until it's in their eyes

In guarded disbelief, the crimson turns to grief

The loyalty you knew so well

Now stuck between your teeth

Born, in desolation

Sure, to never die

I am, God's creation

I see the light of death

Within your eyes

Breath the devil's creation

with a mouthful of flies

I am the scourge of the nation

Harbored within your eyes

Never wore the crimson red

Never thorns adorned the head

When was what we used to be

Now is what we'll always see

Left unto compacency

To right the wrong conspiracy

Never what you used to see

With eyes adorned in misery

Choose commit right or wrong

The road reaming ever long

Truth in anger's compromise

That shine the lies within your eyes

Never was mistaken, nevere was the prize

Never unforsaken, hide within your eyes

Never an illusion, the ever rising tide

This the constitution, harbored in your eyes