Dystopia کے بول

Your grace has me well Don't turn and walk away Curved and bent coming, coming through Make no sound, colors of you In this place you ain't strange You had us in a freeze In this place you ain't strange You had us in a freeze Flashes of neon mocking the sky Humid in moonlight, flowers in bloom I don't know much, but I'm not blind Crosses of steel, iron and wine The throne's overtaken, the horns will soon show Selfish intentions easy to hide Your aura is visible, blood's on your hands Shades of grey, you leave on your way Look back on those years you corrupted prick See what you have accomplished with your foul tricks The future is written in dystopian stone Carved and etched into man's every bone