Wrapped in Barbwire - Amoral

King of the hill that once has been

Now just a ghost in the machine

In a game where the end keeps justifying the means

The backs are stabbed, the throats are cut

All rules have been wiped clean

Like a re-run of a show seen way too many times before

You forget some of the twists, but the end you know for sure

It’s painted up so bright and big

Like something that’s worth dying for

Don’t it hurt when those who hailed start to ignore

Your empty words don’t mean a thing to me

I take my finger off the pulse leading the blind

Barbwire promises, I’m leaving you behind

Barbwire promises

My song is wrapped in barbwire

And the wrapping’s done by you

I watch you choke all that inspire, you’re narrowing my view

Hands tied behind my back

I sit and take these soothing sounds

Not able to relax until the red-eye's off the ground

Your empty words don’t mean a thing to me

I take my finger off the pulse leading the blind

Barbwire promises, I’m leaving you behind

Barbwire promises

Barbwire promises