Slaughtered Authors by Wildhearts
And so it began the dreams we had were sold unto the man.
And keen they arrived, picture perfect and pleasing to the eye.
Here's where you sign.
Now welcome to the great design.
All that you are will not be recognised 'till we decide.
Chorus
Like lambs to the slaughter they dive into the sea.
And they'll never feel the water that's coming down all around me.
See how they come?
Innocence is lost within a system.
With yesterday gone and new young king is crowned, but for how long?
Here's where you sign to see how bright your star will shine.
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