Power Crucifixion

It may be It may be tragedy In the end its fate It may be tragedy In the end its fate Is this is all manifest Or is the god's detest? Cursed and defiled Progression seems so vile Purpose or neglect Time turns with counter disrespect Am I meant to be here? Or did I wind up against the grain Societal mundane in sues the pain Focusing my hate for the machine In peaceful retaliation Destines a dream to become a nightmare Assassination, crucifixion, power hungry addiction Working class leaders now targets Line the shooting range for the new world order Line the shooting range for the new world order Right place right time, right? Right place right time More like a moral mans decline Crowned kings, gate keepers, genocide! Genocidal thirst seekers Hold the key to the garden of Eden It rots from the inside out Hold the key to the garden of Eden It rots from the inside out The dawn of Armageddon will leave a desolate drought Where the wretched ones of this earth Return to the ground, without a sound Yet souls scream for they didn't expect For an ending to begin again With new ideals and new idols The world bitter washes the stain of idles Reborn, decay, death, dismay It may be