What caused the death of the mighty lion?
I don’t hear him roar, whats the reason for?
What caused the death of the mighty lion?
Once he hits the floor, there will be no more.
Verse 1
The Lions dying and he trying to graps for the air/
It’s no longer there, and it seems like no body cares/
He fumbles and stumbles he tripping he up and he down/
It’s a miracle if he doesn’t return to the ground/
He’s hit a bump or it seems more like he’s stuck/
They wont help him up so it seems like he lost their trust/
The harvest will come but by then he’ll return to the dust/
Most look pleased with the death, but that just spells misfortune for us/
The one hope for the world is now dead and he’s gone/
We’ve made some clones, but none with a roar that’ll frighten your bones/
He’s wearing a muzzle, no longer the king of the jungle/
The cowards have killed him; they’ve taken his roar and his rumble/
They’re few that will cry with fear that extinction will rise/
Apart from their pride they just want to lay down and die/
We cheered for his death, as if the world wasn’t darkened enough/
We got what we want so I guess this is a caution to us/
Verse 2
Extinction, or fleeing, receiving the taming procedure/
Rapid decreasing, disguise pretend to be zebras/
What you believe in, or better what’s your reason for breathing/
Bowing with Caesar, or is it allegiance to Jesus/
Where my fighters at ready to oppose the liars/
Not afraid to shun evil that a passion people/
They put us cages w/ hopes that this scares us or changes/
We cause them danger so now they result back with anger/
The shooting of Luther, the shooting of Kennedy/
If your roars too loud this is the remedy for their enemies/
There’s a problem we tend to be afraid to be brave/
I’d rather head to the grave than live my life as a slave/
I know its easy to say, but it’s the words that I pray/
If I’m crazy for something, then its gotta be all in or nothing/
But there’s a rumor buzzing you can hear hearts thumping/
I guess there’s more Lions and a revolutions coming/
