Al.V The Spell

I can't sleep
From the screaming in my head
Is it me
Or is there blood on all our hands?
Can't be free
Till we understand the truth
Can't you see?
That None of this is real

Something ain't right these days
Maybe we've been betrayed
So Full of hate. Is it too late
To end this Spell they made

No where to run
From the whispers in the air
It makes me numb
Caught in between the wrongs
The voice of some
Overshadow all the rest
Who has won
The spoils of this war

Something ain't right these days
Maybe we've been betrayed
So Full of hate. Is it too late
To end this Spell they made