Black Design
I'll take your dreams and put them under my feet
the nation is burning under your wings
digging out to find other surfaces where trees
can't kill me and where you won't feed me with hate
I'll be above you in the sky
watching you crying for help
I want you
I need you
dead for us
alive in your world of slaves of hypocrisy
I'll find the answers behind your lies
those are not a barrier for me
the nation is dripping out between your words
talking about salvation