Center arena, underprivileged They start to flood Broken souls, not much left Just skin and Bone Hissing passers by Their eyes now of blood Inflict more than burn Or deafening moan
The upper mantle looking down With disgust as they cheer Public rising with bloodlust Parade very near In the streets - crowds gather Not questioning why Hurling debris That contains angry despite
Dictators immune As the motherless fall Waves of beatings Disguised as the law The gavels thunder same As the lion's claw
A wandering Intensity now floats in the air The chancellors' soldiers ignore Yet they become entertained Downtrodden cast-outs, now seem so godless The dirt becomes a river of red as our Brothers are stoned at the acropolis
Die in the Streets Hear the laughter of leaders With jackal's rule Gladiators as breeders Stoned at the acropolis Stoned at the acropolis Stoned at the acropolis
The bonfire of corpses Set alight by soul destroyers Killing hope throughout this land, Where are your gods warriors
Bringing doom to whom you deem unworthy Only from the hate that you've been taught Fear of the unknown is what unravels The greedy man's thoughts
In the streets - the mourning Know their lives are short Screams of disdain to god and the courts Once again - the laughter of leaders With gladiators as breeders
Downtrodden cast-outs, they seem so godless The dirt becomes a river of red As we are stoned...at the AcropolisTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
