Removal

All of my heroes are dead All of those liars are buried We were never redeemed So this never subsided All leaders wear forged imitations A stolen name shackled in place Painting scars on dead skin Itching to find a replacement Something must Change for me It's been this way Since January Despot adorned in golden threads Declaring the dearth of his plans Cultured threats stir the breeze Feeding the flames on your homeland Broken glass cuts derision loose The sweet smell of fear Blaring trumpets score the scene Now wake to the fire you fanned Something must Change for me It's been this way Since January