Music Will Sound

Corruption roams freely at the will of our hands

Peasants live, Peasants die, all throughout the lands

We promise them money and wealth but we don't mean what we say

for once they die, they have lived their last day

The beliefs of the wealthy damage and kill the poor

leaving the enemy at bay, just a distraction, nothing more

I must break out

I must break free

I am not the man you believe me to be.

I will fight back.

I won't back down.

The screams will stop, and music will sound.