for a common enemy
beneath a crescent moon a caliph holds his people back in chains
from freedom’s flowing words, the fear a thought paid with blood and pain
behind a foot of stone he calls the legions out into the street
oppress the common man a finger lays a shadow at their feet
the timid turn away from voices which are seen but never heard
emotions redefined expressions face replacing every word
a group of secrecy has disappeared to stand before a king
requesting resolution from the man who plays them by a string
now you have seen it all
our lives are backs against a wall
* i know i’ve chosen before
absolve the blood from my hands
release my conscience from guilt
i bathe my soul in the sand**
carves the bed of slaves
a bed of sand is now a grave
another sun arises sanctifies consistence of the ground
the man who makes a tyrant, steps in line revitalize the crown
confused by past illusions expectations rise with their distrust
and time has always proven capable of turning men to dust
within the heart begins
the scripted pattern of revenge
**grinds the bones of all
unprepared to walk and never fall
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