the bad talisman

The bad talisman

A leader wears in his mind

It gives him the power

So he thinks he has

The wolves around him

They only smile

They hope to get the meat bones

The freshly baked from the streets

The blues can't run

They are put in circle

Chasing shadows in hot pursuit

They find nothing but their echo

The people cry

Loudly to the sky

A bad leader smiles

He wears his bad talisman

The bad falls

The people will knock him off

They break away the cold chains

They can be free