The Violent Sound

The scent of the ashes
 Spoils the air in my lungs
 This riot inside me
 Has a hold of my soul
 So what should I fight for?
 Should I fight for your so called liberty?
 So would I just die for you?
 I can assure you that I won't die in your name
 No, not this way
 You're the shepherd that led his sheep astray
 I am searching for a sense in all of this
 The scent of the ashes
 Spoils the air in my lungs
 This riot inside me
 Has a hold of my soul
 When you open your mouth
 All I hear is the violent sound
 Remember when you were crowned
 You used our weakness as feeding ground
 All you account for is the dollar in your pocket, sure
 A life far from the fucking ground floor
 Yeah, I do recognize your love for lies, manipulation and war
 Tell me what else you got in store
 We spend our days at the frontline
 While you show, you got no spine
 You're leading crime to its prime time
 Remember when you were crowned
 You used our weakness as a feeding ground
 What use have our voices if they stay unheard?
 What do we need our eyes for if we live in the dark?
 Just living is not enough
 Feel the fire
 There's not a single lesson to be learned
 I am still searching for a sense in all of this
 Just breathing is not enough
 Feel the fire calling out your name
 Feel the fire blaze
 The scent of the ashes
 Spoils the air in my lungs
 This riot inside me
 Has a hold of my soul
 When you open your mouth
 All I hear is the violent sound
 Remember when you were crowned
 You used our weakness as feeding ground
 I can assure you that I won't die in your name
 (The scent of the ashes) No, not this way
 You're the shepherd (Spoils the air in my lungs)
 That led his sheep astray (This riot inside me)
 I am searching for a sense in all of this (Has a hold of my soul)