Slave and Master

[Nigma]

Slave and Master




We are Prisoners of War and they creating the violence...

With crazy minds, lately separation of the good and great is kind of shaken
Courageous tyrants find their way within life, by the flames of the righteous
Raging fire, haven of crime is flying up way in the sky and as grimy as ravens
They tainting the light of the day into night, change to deranged in a glimpse,
In the shake of an eyelid, shaving shapes as they shine in the situation
Making vacancy in the wake of a life aided and defined by the inspirational
The angel inside us is paying the price for placing it's faith into science
Creators meet clients with aces in hiding, fake as disguises they raising up skyward
We're shaking and cant even gaze in their eyes, faceless guile we've made into giants
Shade us until we are basically blind, breaking on sight like a stake through an iris

They're tailing behind us, colliding with nations, the fights serve as fatal reminders
Inspiring chaos inscribed in their cranial drives
Then we're taking their rights; though their faces are right there they gave us a smile
Chem trails laced in the sky, plainly in sight and fluorides plaguing their pipes
The showers spraying chemicals in their faces that will cake in the sinus
It stays in the brain, it's re-shaping their minds
We are breaking them quietly, making them wise till their fate is compliant
Then taking the bravest to fight wars which we wage world wide
Most are slain at the line or they take their own lives
Only the greatest survive, mass grave of the failures displayed in the skies

They die Casualties of War, their bodies draping behind us...