The Enlightenment

Stood among the ash and fallout
Stood tall above the street, stoked embers to flame
Branded verminous and hostile
By the wolves among the sheep and leave children to drown

Murder, murder
Murder, murder
Father, father
Murder, murder

The silence burns among the death showers
Scattered shells into the wind, left structure to ash
If I stood amongst the rush hour
Would you spare a thought to weep?

Murder, murder
Murder, murder
Father, father
Murder, murder

I'm not the fallen
I'm not the crippling fear
I'm not the fires of chaos
I'm not the plight of humanity

You call me the fallen
You call me the crippling fear
You caused the fires of chaos
You caused the plight of humanity