Murderers

[Verse 1] Wander down the city streets, swallowed by the mess On my way to a place that may not exist A sense of [?], fragile whispers in the wind Who [?] gods and kings [?] throw myself [?] Dreams of [?] living on in our souls Who wonder if they ever knew in the back of their minds that no man can get a grip on the sands of time But how has it changed? We’re still dreamers at heart Claim to see the light as we stumble in the dark Terrified of living without leaving a mark Making all the wrong moves, they say we played our part in something bigger than ourselves But all we do deny ourselves [?] happiness, give it all for the [?] Tame a hand, come draw me to this ever winding path for humanity’s curse and repeat the past [Verse 2] Caught in the mix, you pay differences [?] And those entranced by distractions, lights and flashy cameras The advice of liberty, famous for the fame as we torch another record [?] big name Segregating every map, pick your poison from the platter Red or blue, blue and green, find expression in your anger And the strength that comes in numbers, underlying comfort [?] of gatherers and hunters There are those that stand among us with a purpose to divide [?] color blind The illusion of choice give illusion of control As bolted carbon molds, you ain’t have to follow roles Stand what doesn’t follow low as the mantra that broadcasted Never level with control, [?] to pay gangsters Try to base your ideology, hate us for another It’s enough of the contempt, bloodshed and grieving mothers [Verse 3] Although [?], [?] pariahs One man’s hero is a demon in the eyes of the righteous Where [?] is the fighters, lose the truth, obey the mold I strike [?], they’re like massacres unfold So we glamorize revolution, living out our fantasies Projected on the freedom fighters grasping for their right to be Blissfully wish to be, find what is [?] [?] reality, when calms fade, then all hope fails Truthfully the other side is [?] Wasteland of shag dreams and hollow promises There are clouds on the horizon Storms are [?] Don’t send the death of [?] to the newly autonomous Freedom doesn’t come [?] Reform takes more than the strength to [?] Looking forward to anything, providing it’s comfort Maybe it’s better to live a lie than got put any effort