The broken wheel has turned, they're at it once again
Taking the worlds riches and turning it to sand
The secret cycle broke and bit the mending hand
Forced into omission by power that's gone mad
Torn to pieces like worthless paper
Stolen a part of me I can't decipher
I'm a rotting corpse in the hot sun
Waiting to be freed from what you have done to me
Black holes and endless pits, your thirst will not be quenched
Tyrants will always die and receive one last breath
Your selfish acts left you with fruits of nothingness
When my chains are gone, yours will still have a grasp
Torn to pieces like worthless paper
Stolen a part of me I can't decipher
I'm a rotting corpse in the hot sun
Waiting to be freed from what you have done to me