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