Wardog Broken But Not Dead
Come down from your clouded mountain
Seek out truth from what is fiction
Blinding your ambition
Forced into a sea
Drown in hypocrisy
Thought still in my head
Broken but not dead
Lie to feed the weak
Truth is what I seek
Hear things left unsaid
Broken but not dead
Masked face, lying eyes, all fob them to criticize
Sweating brow, borrowed life
All for them to ostracize
Obsession, repression oppression, learn your lesson well
Chorus
