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von Nahja Mora

All of my heroes are dead
All of those liars are buried
We were never redeemed
So this never subsided

All leaders wear forged imitations
A stolen name shackled in place
Painting scars on dead skin
Itching to find a replacement


Something must
Change for me
It′s been this way
Since January

Despot adorned in golden threads
Declaring the dearth of his plans
Cultured threats stir the breeze
Feeding the flames on your homeland

Broken glass cuts derision loose
The sweet smell of fear
Blaring trumpets score the scene
Now wake to the fire you fanned


Something must
Change for me
It's been this way
Since January