Cerber - No Kings

i gotta say what i gotta say
until death takes my breath away
to name this plague which we all conceive
i disagree to let it be

every fucking place
same fucking nightmare
it is fool's gold we crave, not need
phoney smiles satisfy the masses
seeds of hatred sown so deep


ref
i instill this pain into new vision of me
don't ever break my sacred silence
when i look upon this new century
rivers run red cause there's too much violence

this dying world
sheds its dying places
worthless are thrones and hollow are faces
tearing apart what mankind embraces
i fucking spit on those rotten races