He Who Plants Sorrow

When will we ever learn that it's us we destroy?
He who plants sorrow, made to collect our hate
Chemically enhanced, grows from nothing and
Emptiness
Children scream unheard while we stand quite
Ten thousand guards stand strong, safety denied

Destroyers and generals, heroes and gods
They all laugh when this whole circus burns

Inherited beliefs and thoughts of bloodshed
Dreamers of the sky lie face down in asphalt
Risen heads pressed under the surface
Everyone silenced, ready for the furnace
If human is the scale, it's the one measuring death

Heroes and gods
They all laugh when this whole circus burns