Breaking the Shackles

Born into winter Crumbled with hunger and despair Learnt to find as an infant Will pay my price in blood and pain Some solace Is what I need to feel Desolate Those are my hopes and dreams A herd with shepherd in need Bound by the shackles of greed Color-blind imagination False sense of reality Swallow the red pill Raise your voice for them to hear Stand up and fight We are breaking the shackles now You are known With abusement and forgery But I am the one Who serves the sanctions of recklessness Done and pissed With grinding teeth and clenching fist This is the sound of your punishment on his way This is the sound of the judgement day