the vote EP

Release date:

the king again

I wish i was the king again, or the brutal leader
and nothing else, you bring me here, the proud in prison,
and out in the world, you hold the hand that catches treasured eyes,

You steal the name, burn down the skin to reach the place where they all stand

Repeat the action, mean machine they keep surviving on
i was betrayed down in the place they’re looking out from those caves and holes buried the men who rise against the blood
it was a game, a wrong machine cutting the ropes that gave the pain

And now the king is near to death, i hope, i make you look
they search, they bring the lost before, out of the unknown they rise
more and more i hear today about the pain they caused
alone they stay, under six feet of tales of struggle stories serving us