"Rogue" lyrics

Their bread tastes like rock
Joining circles of the dead
As I am drinking all the sewage
Of the damage they call help

In the land of the blind
The one-eyed is a king
He plants in their empty pots
Ugly rotten seeds

Ugly rotten seeds in their empty pots

Collecting blood is his ambition
He sets so light the value upon lives
Each despicable decision
Activates his dreadful knights

Their bread tastes like rock
Joining circles of the dead
As I am drinking all the sewage
Of the damage they call help

And his order has become their thought
Take a listen, their mouths
Are fully loaded with his words
No thought of their own arose

Collecting blood is his ambition
He sets so light the value upon lives
Each despicable decision
Activates his dreadful knights

Shut up! Take a listen, take a listen!
Fully loaded
Shut up! Take a listen, take a listen!
Fully loaded
Fully loaded

There's nothing left in his stone chest
Just rogue and endless battles
Rogue

We are forcefully put on his map
War-drum always rattles

Rogue