Written By: Megan Kashat in light of media manipulation, propaganda and war
Chain me down like a parlous prisoner
Freedom would be a choice
I am bound by a time signature
Melody is my voice
Wild lies disguise the truth to create dismay
Tell me why we're drafted, what a sick game to play
(grandfather singing/ speaking in aramic)
Bleed from thorns of a red rose
Deception smells so sweet
Wild lies disguise the truth to create dismay
(they say I'm some kind of insane)
Tell me why we're drafted, what a sick game to play
(I know they're going the wrong way)
(x2)
Who am I without a voice to sing out God's pain
Postulating a new reality
World on fire to a world where speech is free
Tell me how to win over the souls
That poison the homes of the innocent hearted
(x2)