The Wounded - The Real lyrics

Take your instruments of war. Burn down your stars. And create a whole new sky. Before everyone discovers your lie. All the f**ers that cast their spell. And wished for me a bitter hell. I wish to thank you for your words. There is nothing more to hurt. Not your evil and your wicked heart. Could k** the truth in my honest art. Nothing else can strike me dead. Only the creativity in my head. When the fire is at your feet. Not a knife thrown yet and you already bleed. Preachers of reality, It is all but real I see. Oh watch over my head, Cause the b**h of live went mad.