Silence writes a thousand words,
A painted picture, unknown artist.
The drunken poet, and blank parchment.
I see greed in the eyes of those we've followed,
consuming its victim like the plague.
Will there be no mercy (mercy)?
Will there be no shame (shame)?

In this moment the pessimist is optimistic.
Mistakes were realized a moment too late.
Apologies were made in vain.
Isn't it ironic, when peril arises,
compassion follows as shadow.
In this moment the optimist is dead.
(Optimist is dead.)

Redesign this flawed and failed system,
cast a spotlight on those who betrayed us.
And what will be left, but a man without dignity?
A pretentious King, a liar and a thief.
There's nothing to love about this place anymore.
The banner is torn and tattered,
it's suffocating on the heat of your breath..

In this moment the pessimist is optimistic.
Mistakes were realized a moment too late.
Apologies were made in vain.
Isn't it ironic, when peril arises,
compassion follows as shadow.
In this moment the optimist is dead.
(Optimist is dead.)

Collapse.
The chance is lost for forgiveness.
Redemption is not an option.
Crucifixion by media is your sentence.
Understand your crimes.
Redesign your mind,
while you lie rotting in your cage.

I saw greed in the eyes of those we followed,
consuming its victims like the plague.
There was no mercy.
There was no shame.

Bring on the emo comments I'm ready from all angles >:D
FOR.. SPARTA!
: i guess :3