† SINISTER PUBLICATIONS†

The vibes are still fresh
The lies are well dressed
In suits and tuxedos
Bunch of lying ass old pedos

Freedom comes to all that call
And if it doesn’t I will answer before I fall
For the innocent have no guardian
But they do have the holy lion

The holy lion roars where the silence grew rotten
For every name whispered and every truth forgotten
He walks through the smoke, eyes burning with fate
Carrying the weight of those justice came late

Freedom ain’t gifted — it’s summoned in cries
From the ditches, from the prisons, from the long-muted skies
And if the call ain’t heard by the throne above
Then I’ll bleed for the voiceless, with wrath and with love

And now the man eaters are here
Cloaked in shadow, teeth like spears
The prayers finally revered
By beasts summoned through centuries of tears

Perverse flesh on the grill
Smoke thick with the sins they used to kill
And many raw, dead on from fear
Too frozen to run, too late to disappear

They feasted in silence, fed by denial
But now? Judgment walks in tribal style
With claws of memory and fangs of flame
No mercy. No court. Just names.