Ghosts of the Old World

It's about getting rid of the old, corrupt status quo so true peace and freedom can be experienced across the world

It's only those who can be paid to be heard

Will be the ones who have spoken

It doesn't matter who the rest are

It's not those who vote counts, it's those who count votes

But they're tired of living with the same

Some will die, so the others see change

 

The message in burning hearts will resonate

Old emperors overthrown, welcome to the new state

Kings of their own fates, as the kings fly away on private planes

The dust of the battles settles, and it's the people who hold the reins

 

It's only those who have the right friends

Will be the ones who shout the loudest

It doesn't matter who the rest are

Spilling champagne on the ashes and ghosts

But the legacies will return to your dreams

As the blades are sharpened and begin to gleam

 

The message in burning hearts will resonate

Old emperors overthrown, welcome to the new state

Kings of their own fates, as the kings fly away on private planes

The dust of the battles settles, and it's the people who hold the reins

 

No waiting for a force with it's own intentions

Writing history in blood, making it's corrections

No double-dealing and causing both sides to bleed

Destroying what remains in the name of greed

 

No living in manufactured wars, destructive and traumatic

No bloodthirsty militias, leaving scorch-marks in the planet

No holy wars or desecration of what was so pure

This is a true change, This is the world's cure

 

The message in burning hearts will resonate

Old emperors overthrown, welcome to the new state

Kings of their own fates, as thelords fly away on private planes

The dust of the battles settles, and it's the people who hold the reins

The End

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