Hands of Complacency - Ghost Key

A mosaic of violence

A fabric woven of shame

A collective of incompetence

Only signing for your gain

Justifying nightmares

A greater good to be obtained

Removing roots long planted

While ignoring cries for change

What will make you see

That compassion isn’t bought or sold

We’re choked by your choices

While your melting pot is growing cold

Few are the ones with any sense to stop and think

Life is lost when controlled by greed

Few are the ones who would possess an ounce of strength

Life is lost when held with hands of complacency

Wars waged with the ink of a pen

The blackest hearts

Found in the chests of man

Few are the ones with any sense to stop and think

Life is lost when controlled by greed

Few are the ones who would possess an ounce of strength

Life is lost when held with hands of complacency

Your voice invokes destruction

Your only currency is pain

You gamble with our lives

Your thoughts and prayers will never remove the stain

Life is lost

Eye for an eye

Life is lost

You’re gonna pay for your crimes