to kill a thought.

They got it wrong about the mockingbird's song,

the bullet between the brow was meant for the thought.

The world isn't so beautiful behind the mask,

waiting to feed on your desires before you could ever ask.

All the hypocrisy, all the blurry shades of lies and deceit;

its all to kill a thought, the world sinking in itself.

God made the Devil, and the Devil made Man;

in one's own light one's darkness emerge;

all the world prepares a war, a flood from all their blood;

all the faces bleed in the shadows, just to kill a thought.