Ravage - Face of Infamy

All the masks of those who play....fall in front of us, as we whistle on our way
All the tombs of lives engraved...topple down for them...as they waste another day

And we struggle to hide our eyes
When faced with our own infamy
We can never give in
But we can't disguise
This face of infamy
So face it

All the poor who dwell in holes don their smiles for us
As we sell their lives away...
All the rich with sheltered souls write their wills for us as we insincerely prey

And we struggle to hide our eyes
When faced with our own infamy
We can never give in
But we can't disguise
This face of infamy
So face it

So we're sick of playing gods so bid "good buy"
But our mountain's much too steep
Throw the tables and let go - the law was always ours
But perhaps engraved too deep

And we struggle to hide our eyes
When faced with our own infamy
We can never give in
But we can't disguise
This face of infamy
So face it
We struggle to hide our eyes
When faced with our own infamy
We can never give in
But we can't disguise
This face of infamy
So face it