One less soul on the block.

Soulless faces in the least quiet places
Take the stones and call it their own
Define their generation under an angry nation
corruption, greed, molestation, and the people are like leeches who feed
The truth you spark won't even make a mark
Their names are shrouded in the dusk, their operations are a must.
To deceive us, to deny, to stare at us and lie
They call those who oppose the ones who refused to rose
The job is clear, the future is near
we'll make a stand against "the man" and draw a line in the sand
When one falls, another will rise- he'll come from nowhere like a lamb in disguise.
He'll say the same things promise peace will be what he brings
They'll follow likes sheep into the burning fires for their simple man-made desires
Aspiring from the truth is someone who has a stolen youth
Born from a mother and father, making the statistics lie without a bother.
He'll stand up for what's right and preach the gospel of life through the night
When they say he's done, he'll be shot down by the gun
the hands he fought against will overthrow him and raise the fence