Someone scared the calm night sky
Turned a head and bellowed a cry
We dwell on top of the land of who-knows-why
Hand on a scalpel
Mouth to a handle
This is where Kings and Queens died tonight
Where hopefullness and a world without screams lied tonight
Masked the seven seas, knowledge and futur dreams
Broken and faltered in fear tonight
Like a sick old man waiting for death before the morning light
Tonight we saw children grow
Went along with the flow
Ripped apart an ocean of glittering eyes
Created borders, box, and size
And made it so that every fluttering wish dies
Poisoning every seed
Softening the greed
Banished tears only to children who bleed
And now passion is lost
We have become nothing more than soulless heads tonight
Written By: Niloo Farahzadeh
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