The Draft

Swallowed by the legal system
 Torrential reign of chaos caused
 By the same
 Who create
 Our only solution
 What's said to be
 Our only
 Be the axe
 That kills
 To be the hammer
 That build
 You can take everything away
 You can take everything away
 Oh the violent waiting room we live in
 Brass arms
 Outstretched for endless distractions
 Said baal with the dust on his thrills
 Self inflicted wounds
 Uneven levels
 Ask yourself
 How many times will empires fall
 To the elite, who worship devils
 Bread and circus
 Feet with no action
 Factions and quotas to fill
 Suits and they say
 To rest under the wing of the law
 But somehow it all seems
 Vaguely familiar
 Oh the violent waiting room we live in
 All I hear
 Is the taking
 Of our mind
 In this place both sides are saying
 Peace and safety
 But all I hear is
 The taking of our minds
 You can take everything away
 Self inflicted wounds
 Uneven levels
 Ask yourself
 How many times will empires fall
 To the elite, who worship devils
 To the elite, who worship devils