The citadel

My eyes have seen the fools that plagerize their lives
hey fake their death with hollow breath, scream into the night
the lost they stay untried facing incineration
we've traded blood for cash in our hypocritical nation

so we're made to suffer fools
to die for those we never knew

Atrocities are mounting their stench up to the sky
godless prayers are answered with faithless deeds and lies
Those filled with hate and fear the ones they call forgotten
are all to often rescued by the fallen

The walking dead they dream
they dream of better places
they sing a song of blessing
and hollow empty praises