The First
Mic Jogwer
Bound to madness, the cave of mine
A nervous restless will to die
Running away from great world's call
I've been caged by an inside wall, inside wall
I sold myself to hypocritical ideals
I sold myself to great God currency
People say that is what's to do
I know it's death and death shines from you, from you
The Sun will darken and blackness will fall
Peace to your ashes, taking blame for it all
Sinking deeper into the cave of time
A change is coming, a change is coming
And we are the first to go
Moments of anger, the hell of despair
Memories of age, understanding fair
Dead wise men, the enemies of truth
Knowledge is made, to kill our youth
And we are the first to go
I'm killing your lies