Seven Crimes

Who has the right to keep a crown
 Who writes the rules to keep the ground
 We are all slaves of the same lie
 The servant says: Praise the snake
 Yes it's coming through
 To see around
 So powerful and crawling down
 The silent death
 Walking the ground
 You know the truth
 no reason why
 to keep the same old rule.
 You are coming down
 With all around
 You re coming trough
 For all around
 Who has the power to keep us blind
 The glove of death is right behind
 It s going through to see you blown
 To see the murder into your mind
 Yes it's coming through
 To see around
 So powerful
 and crawling down
 The silent death
 Walking the ground
 You know the truth
 no reason why
 to keep the same old rule
 You are coming down
 With all the ground
 You re coming trough
 For all around