Turn the tables
Because everything else
has been turned on itself
It's the turn of those who are able
Yes, if this world made sense

The able are slaughtered by evil
Those with fangs
doomed to hide in the dark
For those who drain you dry
Wear lively looking masks

And in this dance
the spawns of devils
Prosecute the ones who know
And this game truth is the victim
As the demons lead this war

For in the heads of tables
Those lead us to doom sit
And those who follow
The prisoners of deceit

14.09.08