The Spy Hunter

Pawns standing in awe
Of the game
Of the stage
You’ve worked so hard to building an empire
Of secret rooms to display to yourself
And add to your wealth
The sting of, oh it stings
When I saw it all come crashing
I witnessed the sound of a million voices
Screaming for a public hanging
So hide yourself
Hide, hide yourself for now
We caught you plotting murder
And now the tide is turning
We’ll light our souls
Heat our bones
Upon your empire burning
When the world’s a target
For humanity’s market
And all of it’s sold for a dime
I’ve seen the towers of gods
And the power of men
In disguises of the worst kind
I am the words on the page
I am the death among life today
I am the voice of one among the silent
Who’s tired of burning among the flames
(I) do not (need) anymore (truth)
Let’s hear those, truthless heroes
We don’t need no truthless heroes!
I need truth!