Protosphere - Harbinger lyrics

Imagine this There is blood on your hands A fever dream Control the population with ma** 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