Grown Of Creation

Pass on these tidings my dearest friends
 Today the blades of our knifes will turn red
 Listen now everybody! You the crown of creation
 we don't really care if you brake your neck!
 You have perfected absolutely nothing,
 In your world where lies, greed and intolerance reign
 In your Kingdom of the blind, where the one eyed man is king
 a picture of misery
 Maybe some are born to wander blind
 And some are born into that never ending night
 But we are not, so lets unite
 And bring to their cities the final fight
 Because they will never know the real value of life
 Without feeling pain with their own bodies
 Lets break apart whats left of their hearts
 (And bring creation to a new promising start)
 we don't really care if you brake your neck!
 Yesterday you murdered with one foot in the grave
 Today we will bury you as credit to all the brave
 In your Kingdom of the blind, where the one eyed man is king
 a picture of misery
 In your Kingdom of the blind there is nobody left that remembers your name
 You the crown of creation, creation of shame!
 Maybe some are born to wander blind
 And some are born into that never ending night
 But we are not, so lets unite
 And bring to their cities the final fight
 All lives are equal!
 Who ever breaks this oath, knows the price to pay
 crown of creation, drowning in blood!
 crown of creation, creation of shame!
 And tomorrow there will be nobody left that remembers your name,
 You were the crown of creation, creation of shame!
 Maybe some are born to wander blind
 And some are born into that never ending night
 But we are not, so lets unite
 And bring to their cities the final fight