Find the surface to it all
reach the top to let all fall
the blooded threshold leads back home
as the tyrant gets his throne
Blast the stone to grasp the soil
sell your pride to sleep with coins
build round a picture, praise the flag
will it value more than man?

Our static depression
will only push the promised land so far
Our burning ambition
will eventually block out the sun

Your every lie puts you to bed
and wraps a rope around your neck
your sea of hate will pull you in
and drown you in your sea of sin
Decadence hugs and loves your name
death you gave so death has came
loss of morals hails the press
until every statue falls to shreds

Praise for good behind your desk
and send the children to their graves

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