The Violent Sound

The scent of the ashes Spoils the air in my lungs This riot inside me Has a hold of my soul So what should I fight for? Should I fight for your so called liberty? So would I just die for you? I can assure you that I won't die in your name No, not this way You're the shepherd that led his sheep astray I am searching for a sense in all of this The scent of the ashes Spoils the air in my lungs This riot inside me Has a hold of my soul When you open your mouth All I hear is the violent sound Remember when you were crowned You used our weakness as feeding ground All you account for is the dollar in your pocket, sure A life far from the fucking ground floor Yeah, I do recognize your love for lies, manipulation and war Tell me what else you got in store We spend our days at the frontline While you show, you got no spine You're leading crime to its prime time Remember when you were crowned You used our weakness as a feeding ground What use have our voices if they stay unheard? What do we need our eyes for if we live in the dark? Just living is not enough Feel the fire There's not a single lesson to be learned I am still searching for a sense in all of this Just breathing is not enough Feel the fire calling out your name Feel the fire blaze The scent of the ashes Spoils the air in my lungs This riot inside me Has a hold of my soul When you open your mouth All I hear is the violent sound Remember when you were crowned You used our weakness as feeding ground I can assure you that I won't die in your name (The scent of the ashes) No, not this way You're the shepherd (Spoils the air in my lungs) That led his sheep astray (This riot inside me) I am searching for a sense in all of this (Has a hold of my soul)