with a sickening sound our denial crumbles around every aspect of our darkening lives where we all have too long watched in quiet disgust kept in a cage and pacing, hoping and waiting
we’re running out of excuses and we know it’s true I, I disown the prophecy: entitlement to rule for I belong to no nation, no idol, no gods, no masters scraps of silver our rewards for submission
for all the risks you’ve taken all solidarity to those that give resistance we are right behind you and we are legion
call it what you will this is a war this is a war we seek the keys to our prison doors this is a war call it what you will this is a war we’re running out of excuses this is a warTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
