Frisium by Vonnegut Lyrics

Saviors sold their rotten souls
To the gods of paper faces
What am I to do now
Where am I to go
Path of desperation
To a mighty woe
Frisium, fighting herds of time
Proud get vain, a hive of hypocrites
Your hide your shameless grins
Darkest times, walls crawl up to the skies
To mute a dying child' scream
Since when is love a crime
Since when is life so worthless
I damn you all
Protectors from above
A cult of monstrous greed
Am I to end what I once commenced?
And will I ever break this vicious circle?
Not of you, nonе at all
Not of me, slays my kin