Rogue

Their bread taste like rock Joining circles of the dead As I am drinking all the sewage Of the damage they call help In the land of the blind The one-eyed is a king He plants in their empty pots Ugly rotten seeds Ugly rotten seeds in their empty pots Collecting blood is his ambition He sets so light the value upon lives Each despicable decision Activates his dreadful knights Their bread taste like rock Joining circles of the dead As I am drinking all this sewage Of the damage they call help And his order has become their thought Take a listen, their mouths Are fully loaded with his words No thought of their own arose Collecting blood is his ambition He sets so light the value upon lives Each despicable decision Activates his dreadful knights Shut up, take a listen, take a listen Fully loaded Shut up (Shut up), take a listen, take a listen Fully loaded Fully loaded There's nothing left in his stone chest Just rogue and endless battles Rogue We are fporcefully put on his map War-drum always rattles Rogue

Submitted by NecroLord — Feb 23, 2026