DISENFRANCHISE

Silent scream
Generations of dogma
Comforting for the weak
The decisions are all made
By those who profess to see
Self inflicted
Fear for the soul
There will never be an end to questions
All forgotten
Generations
Lead me guide me get behind me

The rot you whispered in our ears
We knew was never true
I'm sick of all these lies
Of paradise

Heavy is the head in the guillotine
Thinking on a life missing everything
Heavy is the neck in the rope
Broken
With no hope

Illusions
All that’s left is your decay
False chosen
There’s just your debt left to pay

Heavy is the head in the guillotine
Thinking on a life missing everything
Heavy is the neck in the rope
Broken
With no hope

Everything fades to black
There is no coming back
It doesn’t mean this is the end

Why do we still pretend?
Why do we still pretend?
When nothing matters in the end
Why do we still pretend?
Nothing matters in the end