Dictators

The Sick and the twisted horrors - and all the pain

The men made Gods of torture - they still remain

No one can learn from the mistakes - they did before

Is destiny encouraging - yet another war

The tombs are reminders of all who paid

The angel of death whose prezence - was surely made

The writings of victims - their atatements still cover

walls

The sounds of them marching echoes inside the halls

A tourist attraction

That millions see every day

Unknown feelings of anger

Their souls were pray

The tombs are reminders of all who paid

The angel of death whose prezence - was surely made

The writings of victims - their atatements still cover

walls

The sounds of them marching echoes inside the halls

I am the law, I rule this place

I am the law, I will dictate the way you live

I am the light, I am the way

I am the light, I will decide

Who lives or dies today