Wicked Ministers

Let me introduce you to the darkness ahead,  
In a world of false visions, where the truth lies dead.  
Hidden from your eyes, the secrets they defend,  
The patriotic damned, where the lies never end.

Souls of intention, progress through invention,  
They steal your wealth to run their cruel intentions.  
Living in comfort, in luxury they thrive,  
Never giving a damn about the struggle to survive.

I won’t rise above, I won't pretend,  
For the wicked ministers, this is where it ends.  
With their hands in your pockets, they reap what they sow,  
Contradicting the terms, while the truth remains low.

Making the poor man homeless, leaving him for dead,  
Taxes getting larger, while the country bleeds red.  
Wicked ministers, I stand proud and defiant,  
Won't change for your politics, I’m the voice of the silent.

The farther you are from me, the clearer I see,  
Your slip towards hell, it’s a sight that sets me free.  
At last, I hear your frightened yell,  
In the shadows of justice, I’ll send you to hell.

I won’t rise above, I won't pretend,  
For the wicked ministers, this is where it ends.  
With their hands in your pockets, they reap what they sow,  
Contradicting the terms, while the truth remains low.

Die hard, wicked minister, your reign is through,  
We’ll rise from the ashes, and start anew.  
Hear the cries of the people, we’re breaking the chains,  
Together we’ll rise, through the struggle and pain.

I won’t rise above, I won't pretend,  
For the wicked ministers, this is where it ends.  
With their hands in your pockets, they reap what they sow,  
Contradicting the terms, while the truth remains low.

male, live, in the spirit of Ronnie James Dio