Rusted Icons - Betrayer

Times of revolution

Ends to commercial greed

The winds of change have come

Kill the source the monster needs

Thunder builds underground

Swelling, twisted metal sounds

We will fight against trends

Our crusade never ends

Liberate empty minds

Go against common grind

Meaningless

Selfishness

No heart

Ride upon the plastic airwaves

Sell your soul once more

Hide behind their polished icons

Like cowards before

We hold strong that we will survive

No more fear

Strength in sound

No more hiding

Cause we won’t back down

Destined rebellion

Music made for the fans

The tides are shifting now

Dismiss corporate demands

Renaissance, gaining force

Momentum from the truest source

Brutal truth lies ahead

See the lies they feed

Heroes, rusted.

Idols, fake

Bonds of trust, theirs to break

Treachery

Shamelessly

No soul