Monarch - Snafu

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