Dirty Hands -

Sign away everything

Life means much more than a suit and a tie

Thriving off your dirty hands

This empire’s why the men like I indulge on our behalf much like thieves

Temples made of glass will surely fracture

Cast a stone that treks into your temporal lobe (Pick up the pieces)

Take away everything

We need much more

Loot them dry and supply our veins instead

Yours is mine

I can’t tell whose the wolf and whose the shepherd

Time well spent monopolizing life for purpose?

I can’t tell whose the wolf or whose the shepherd;

hurting the ones who invest

in your methods

Is it worth selling out your failed vision?

Is it wrong?

I’ll learn to live with my albatross

Cast a stone

(Pick up the pieces)

Temples made of glass will surely fracture

Cast a stone that treks into your temporal lobe

(Pick up the pieces)