Dark-Answer

The quiet crib, the dead of night Her pale eyes, small hands a joyous sight A smile, a laugh that makes the stones cry You hold your hand to her, she grasps with all her might The first steps, first words, blessing to thy heart The sad realization of age brings sorrow with a start The innocence that sparkles beyond her eyes Soon a cruel world will tear that glint apart Simply a child, energy abound Runs through fields and forest or just simply around At the end of the day, your warm arms she returns Her head in her dreams, her mind off the ground Age catches up, society joins Her cries to parents to buy clothes she needs coins T

As society marches along a stream of conformity As the drones of sheep and dogs march in vanity We run along those streets We wear our masks of decency And we see what a world of Parody We remain in She wears the mask, don't show your face Hide yourself from individuality We fight our fellows of the human rave Because destruction is an inevitability The girl lay lost, is without direction Eyes burn red, the mocking…of a crowd No one has mercy, no one has a heart Save for the boy, who wears his own mask He hides his face She wears the mask, don't show your face Hide yourself from individuality We fight our fellows of the

A soldier, a number among the sands A hero once, but a person no more He had friends, family, figures who loved Now alone, among the sands They burn, and grind, torment and destroy Lost in a war, his country's flaw Bring hope to those without Power to those who wished To rise above all else, above everyone Black Gold to be found, democracy for all The sands tell all, who should live And who would fall His country would will, but his body would fall Democracy to win, a country to fall A World to Burn in the Black Gold The world is happy to contribute To the masses of the Black Gold

The cold, the dark, the pain A loss of power, you've lost the bane That holds me to you, the past is gone The Stare, bore in, chills me to my bones The Cross I carve into my hand The blood pours down my skin Scars of pain, Scars of the past What have you done, bore into my head Tormenting my thoughts, burning my soul Crushing my heart into your own The birth of death, I hope to atone The burn I gave you, within your own soul You cut me out, I tried to hold on Friction burns shallow, but the pain is so deep The Rope grow taunt, no more pain for you I continue to live.