Kings and Queens

We are but secretive whispers on the fleeting wind
Yet we claim to be crucial, The kings and queens of this broken society
We are but chilling thoughts in this elaborate, diabolical sin
Yet we claim to be truthful, The honest and true wave in this turbulent sea

A dagger in our hands, Hate in our heart, This is no way to live
Words we don’t understand, Misinterpreting our part to give
A noose around our necks, Blood in our eyes, What have we become
Our broken souls in bloodied checks, A prize sold for the highest sum

Try as you may, You can’t get away, Our feet locked in rusted chains
Try as you might, They’ve taken your fight, Our hands sift through the remains
Trial by fire, Judged by the ashes, Desperation flows through our veins
Throne a pyre, Memories seen in flashes, Free spirit restricted by platinum reins