Harbinger Lyrics - Protosphere

Imagine this 

There is blood on your hands 

A fever dream 

Control the population with mass murder 

all fueled by screams 

Of mothers with dead sons 

Fathers with broken daughters 

Families torn apart by deceit 

You've bought their lives through corporate greed 

There is blood on your hands 

You've made a fortune off the pain of the working man 

Harbinger 

They call you the destroyer of worlds 

You lay waste to innocence 

Planting seeds of ignorance to consume us all 

I will find peace watching your world burn 

The power struggle you create is overturned 

You gamble with lives that aren't your own 

Selling souls by the hour 

You gamble with lives that aren't your own 

As you worship the dollar 

Burn 

Repeat 

Until the world is gone