Wait,, Wait for me. I'll attempt,, A final flee. I'll Follow,, The twisted deal. I'll Borrow,, The evil for a good deed.
They would trade,, A lake for a sea. A dark parade,, A ruined seed. Draining themselves,, As they feed. Now they crawl,,To a forgotten creed.
And how much longer do we have to wait. When they define us the paths we take. Force us to eat from their rotten plates. When did we become the games the play.