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Hundreds of years enduring their foolishness…

in the end there’s something they are right about

We are not aware of the madness we spread

we choose the driver, among the inept

corrupt shepherd, rest on their crown

now here’s the outcome, who’s the one to blame

our fate is wicked

if we put our hopes

on a pack of greedy wolves

want to use you

We are the sons of men

Who wear the scars and yet we forget

Cursed is the one who trusts in man

the blood is in our hands

we remain mute at the face of injustice

Cursed is the one who trusts in man

When the hardship strikes the folk

our so called leaders, manifest their wrongs

the fault is ours, truth be told

we gave the power,  to mindless buffoons

at the edge of disaster

they want to use you

We are the sons of men

Who wear the scars and yet we forget

Cursed is the one who trusts in man

the blood is in our hands

we remain mute at the face of injustice

Cursed is the one who trusts in man

want to control you

want to abuse you

We are the sons of men

Who wear the scars and yet we forget

Cursed is the one who trusts in man

the blood is in our hands

we remain mute at the face of injustice

Cursed is the one who trusts in man