Sunrise on a nation Innocence rots on the vine Bid farewell to the children Iron bars fill the time Drag it into the daylight The thing that men prefer to hide A singular patriotic will Could break the cycle of the crime
Right behind the ear Of the infernal crown Millions will revere The deafening sound
Held breath of the masses Every day beyond the pale Chill winds of November come Hopeful for the exhale Teeth become like millstones Brow is taut as a rope Mind is filled with visions of A chimney filled with white smoke
Right behind the ear Of the infernal crown Millions will revere The deafening sound
No, slaves to bankers No, no one reviled No, narcissistic rapers No more time for someone who cares not for the state of the world
I do not fear, The hanging rope My conscience clearTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
