Captive - Wildheart

Black masses were held for the slaves to desire

Fire and brimstone, they led us to the pyre

For feeling alone and devoid of all hope

Ones set to protect us were the ones who cut our throat

True leaders have fallen a thousand times before

This joke of a system can survive no more

We may be weary but we’re not dead quite yet

The straw that broke the camels back will be the one to break your neck

The writings on the wall (you took away our trust)

No time to feel anymore (you took away what’s ours)

You spread your lies and deceit (you took away our trust)

Now all we feel is defeat (you took away what’s ours)

Ashes to ashes, for what does the dust cost

Torching the innocent and abandoning the lost

The skylines engulfed by the fires of greed

Is there a better way than letting our mother bleed

Is there a better way

We may be weary but we’re not dead quite yet we may be weary but we’re not dead

quite yet

The skylines engulfed by the fires of greed

Is there a better way than letting our mother bleed