The Gilded Slave

I'm the privileged chosen... (left in) the fallen realm. Shackles binding all of my dreams, all of my pride. What must we do... this social stigma. Our fathers, taught us the way, taught us to die!
Slaves now gilded... branding of the sign. Shackles binding, all of my dreams, all of my pride. Why can't I die!? Born free and live again. Our father's taught us the their ways, taught us to die... taught us to die...
Don't claim to write the scripture. These pages bleed forever. I never will remember...of a time to come when we can rise...
The branding scars the promise - the promise - the anger. Our anger fuels the fire - the fire - burns higher.
Conformists claim an answer. White sheep they are a cancer. I never will remember...of a time to come when we will rise...
The branding scars the promise - the promise - the anger. Our anger fuels the fire - the fire - burns higher.
Free to come and live again! What's become of me, sad are all my dreams, what we'll never see.
Promise the wealth in your lies...dying to break from the strife... Breaking the popular trend...bitter, the flavor that's in
(spoken word) The privileged chosen... the fallen realm. Shackles binding all of my dreams, all of my pride. What must we do... this social stigma. Our fathers, taught us the way, taught us to die!
Slaves now gilded... branding of the sign. Shackles binding, all of my dreams, all of my pride.
Don't claim to write the scripture. These pages bleed forever. I never will remember...of a time to come when we will rise...
The branding scars the promise - the promise - the anger. Our anger fuels the fire - the fire - burns higher.