Lyrics Monarch - Snafu

Monarch

Go, make your way down that blood covered road
Peel back the faces, servants to the faceless
Your fate’s already carved in stone
Traumatized, scared to the bone
Disassociate to fit the mold
You were born then sold
An ad to promote
Obey all the powers that be
Monarch
The face of God etched in your wings
Monsters
Flesh of innocence stuck in your teeth
Yeah
House of mirrors, tormented souls
Masked by porcelain and gold
The whore of the night, the devil upright
Your master’s puppet for show
Fall, house of cards
Collecting children
Like Russian dolls hung by a string
The face of God etched in your wings
Yeah
Hands of your masters
Hands of your masters
Monarch