One last disguise



Pawns standing in awe of the game

Of the stage

You've worked so hard at building an empire

Of secret rooms to display yourself

And add to your wealth

The sting of.

Oh, it stings

When I saw it [bad word] crashing

I witnessed the sound of a million voices

Screaming for a public hanging



So hide yourself, hide, hide yourself for now. 



We caught you plotting murder

And now the Tide is Turning

We'll light our souls, heal our bones

Upon your empire burning 



When the world is a target for humanity's market

And all of it's sold for a dime

I've seen the towers of gods

And the power of men

In disguises of the worst kind

I am the words on the page

I am the death among life today

I am the voice of one among the silent

Who's tired of burning among the flames



So hide yourself, hide, hide yourself for now. 



We caught you plotting murder

And now the Tide is Turning

We'll light our souls, heal our bones

Upon your empire burning 



I do not need anymore [bad word] heroes 

We don't need no [bad word] heroes



So hide yourself, hide, hide yourself for now. 



We caught you plotting murder

And now the Tide is Turning

We'll light our souls, heal our bones

Upon your empire burning 



I need [bad word]