Windfall - Sarcastic Portraits Lyrics

Distorted nation, in command of the other side
On the road a bunch of heroes, the city burns
The strikes and screams of hate is nothing more than a golden chance
Let's cast the blame of poor to labor waste

Another monster we 'll create, baptized in fire
With choice to live or die, a puppil's fate
We win - you lose , and all is set to find another
To paint with blood a smile again on our sarcastic portraits

Abomination, to curse the past is just enough
To cease the anger just pretend the different
The clan now open for the cure and a wiser leader
Let's feed the suckers with illusive hope