Repress The Truth

Holding it all back the truth of our lives

Not telling of the harvest that is to come

Speak to me my page and stand close and near

Tell me of the peasant the one that I must kill

With the spear and with the sword

Why must I crush this weakling to become lord?

Out of the old must I come

To tell the world of how everything ain't worth a shit

Not worth a second chance, not a second look

Don't look back for a pillar of salt will be your fate

Destroying the very ones that once built me up

I will take back all I am when you dead on the floor

With you I am nothing but on my own I am all

The mighty one who makes the mountains bow low

Hidding the knowledge I hold from the light

Not wishing anyone to see what it is

Fucking around like this is your empty life

Well this is me you bastard, this is my life

I must fight for life, I must carry on

But this war is hell and that is where you're going

Stop keeping it to yourself that no one is worth anything

How many more ways must I say it,

That no man is worth anything at all

Yet we made kings when we had freedom

So now I must be king of kings to gain mine back

Now here is my truth for all to see

I am the warrior king and if you have to die

Then it will mean nothing to me

Doing everything I must to be free

I'll kill every last one if you if I really have to

Now give the world my eyes and teach them of the truth

That without me they are nothing

And with them I am the same