Gotham City Syndicatez

{Verse} The message of silence Coming from the anguish Where you would vanquish Innocence through violence You have persuaded As well as almost aided

{Verse} Look at what we've done, look at how we've bled Look at how you've put those children to bed Do you concede, obsessions with greed Hostile

{verse} The beer bottle dives to the ground out of my slipping fingers You sit there bruised and battered from last night's zingers I'll gaslight you into thinking no

{Verse} What is the product of one's own creed? I see the future, flying over the sea If you wanna know, then do more than that I'm not comin' until you

{Intro} Kamikaze, Bacha Bazi Kamikaze! Bacha Bazi {Verse} Brushing my hands through your hair Reprobate acts without a care A swinging, singing

{Verse} Come here little grey wolf, let us let you in In our den of refuge, free from deadly sin Come here ugly turtle, let us let you in In our den of refuge, free from

{Intro} Why are you in such denial? Batman is our great d-disorder Why are you in such denial? Batman is our great d-disorder (order, order, order, order)

{Intro} We've lived a lot of years, yet it pales in comparison We've shed a lot of tears, but it pales in comparison {Pre-Chorus} We've

{Verse} Day feeding, life's speeding Spear's bleeding, no hope now Day feeding, life's speeding Spear's bleeding, tell me how I long for the

{Verse} Perfect child, perfect baby If you want me to then maybe Perfect child, perfect baby If you want me to then maybe {Chorus} Woah

{Verse} In shadows of decaying spires A vigilante's hubris transpires Caped crusader, once venerated Now catalyst of ruin, unabated {Chorus}

{Verse} I loved you yesterday before the fire engulfed my pride I loved you yesterday before the whole world cried How many times will you disgrace with shame How many

{Verse} Narcissistic cryptic messages, arms of the wise Egotistic mystic premises sought for our eyes I wanna see you go to the dome of their cries And face the place

{Verse} Sipping up the rose petals from the bushels Glaring with reflections in initials TV blares so loud, thinking not allowed Blessings are avowed, just go with the

{Verse} The sun reflects off the moon, taming our senses The gun explodes with a boom, lifting expenses Pre-historic sacrificial rituals, superstitions Rising