Okay I might be full of hatred but I ain't no god of war
I will pack my bags when I can't take it anymore
Let them come let their towers rise
Let them choke our streets let them block out our skies
I will be so far away, I'll go
Looking for some greener home
Dig a deep dark dreadful hole
And throw my memories away
And never will I ever come to visit their
grave
I was the young adventurer that found a secret land
I made a map of it on the back of my hand
And the days were long and made of gold
The nights held secrets newer to be told
Now the sun doesn't rise as high these days
And they burn witches at the stake
And when the last of the magic fades
I will go, I will go again
I'll find another home or I will die trying
And maybe it's just me I know
Maybe I just got too old
Maybe I refused to grow
But the ghosts here can't be wrong
They hear my laments and they always sing along
Things have got much worse
Greed's a gruesome curse
It's covering the earth
You can lock yourself inside
Or you can hide yourself in lies
Or forget what came before
Or start saying your prayer to the god of war!