The Violent Sound - Time, The Valuator

The scent of the ashes

Spoils the air in my lungs

This riot inside me

Has a hold of my soul

So what should I fight for?

Should I fight for your so called liberty?

So would I just die for you?

I can assure you that I won’t die in your name

No, not this way

You’re the shepherd that led his sheep astray

I am searching for a sense in all of this

The scent of the ashes

Spoils the air in my lungs

This riot inside me

Has a hold of my soul

When you open your mouth, all I hear is the violent sound

Remember when you were crowned you used our weakness as feeding ground

All you account for is the dollar in your pocket, sure

A life far from the fucking ground floor

Yeah, I do recognize your love for lies, manipulation and war

Tell me what else you got in store

We spend our days at the frontline

While you show, you got no spine

You’re leading crime to its prime time

Remember when you were crowned you used our weakness as a feeding ground

What use have our voices if they stay unheard?

What do we need our eyes for if we live in the dark?

Just living is not enough

Feel the fire

There’s not a single lesson to be learned

I am still searching for a sense in all of this

Just breathing is not enough

Feel the fire calling out your name

Feel the fire blaze