Fourth Circle

Chains are wrapped around our necks Manipulating everything Suffocate us but we'll keep on breathing This is the battle That we choose to face This is a revolution Sick of hearing the words over and over again So many promises, but can you keep one? Disguising as a saint won't cover up your mess No lies can keep you away from this You're a disease without a cure Take it all away until there's nothing more You keep our lives hanging by a thread What a shame we are the ones who will suffer for it Is there a way to end this? Life is slipping through our hands Just like grains of sand If we stand up For what we believe in Will it change a thing? Or would it be the same? Time and freedom are out of sight I have forgotten how it feels to be alive Are we going to make the same mistakes Til our bodies start to decay Behind that door, there's a tyrant waiting for its prey We're the victims we are the broken We've been misled by every word you have spoken The victims, the broken Begging for a new beginning Life is slipping through our hands Just like grains of sand if we stand up for what we believe in Will it change a thing? or would it be the same? Is it worth a life, to break a cycle if we bleed for it, will it change a thing? If we let ourselves give in to this It wouldn't change a thing It wouldn't change a thing Everything we know, will fade away Can you feel the fear in the air Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide As he sets the world on fire! Oh God! What has this world become? Faith and hope were taken away from us Brace ourselves for this coming reckoning We've been deceived by every word you've preached Mindless fools who believed