Mockers

What was best
Was fiercely crushed
They killed the dreams
And now they are gone
Sneering smiles
Mocking looks
Pointing out sins
They hide in their nooks

The bloodthirsty band creeps out of the murk
The gun of sharp words on the verge of the dark
To finish off our tainted hearts
All that we saved torn apart

How can they know
That thanks to their mumble
They turn into gold
The defeat of the crumbled
These shadowless men
How can they know
The power of the scorned
Is letting dreams go

How can they know
That thanks to their mumble
They turn into gold
The defeat of the crumbled
These shadowless men
How can they know
The power of the scorned
Is letting dreams go

Merciless speech
Merciless acts
Words made of lead
Of beasts so voracious
Sneering laughter
Mocking glances
Envious faces
And lack of tolerance

The bloodthirsty band creeps out of the murk
The gun of sharp words on the verge of the dark
To finish off our tainted hearts
All that we saved torn apart

How can they know
That thanks to their mumble
They turn into gold
The defeat of the crumbled
These shadowless men
How can they know
The power of the scorned
Is letting dreams go

How can they know
That thanks to their mumble
They turn into gold
The defeat of the crumbled
These shadowless men
How can they know
The power of the scorned
Is letting dreams go

How can they know
That thanks to their mumble
They turn into gold
The defeat of the crumbled
These shadowless men
How can they know
The power of the scorned
Is letting dreams go