theres blod money paid for the nature of the crime
when satans darkest demons
say this one is mine
bowed down and broken that they might get there pay
whilst the darkness of the shadow always has its way
you might scream out in horror
at this slaughter of the mind
by liars and deceivers
or some simply yet unkind
whilst the power brokers wages
must be paid that they will win
as you ask in dark dismay
how did this thing begin
wheres the light that shines through clearly
as you crumple or yet fall
when the hand of the deceiver
is the one that you must call