Down silver spoons spill the words;
Through privileged lips deemed unworthy.
Like growing maggots, your presence.
Persistent and proud, forced and wrong.
A mirror of the masses, antithesis of greatness.
The blackened will crawl, the wounded will die.
As we scrape the depths.
We scrape the depths and find the emptiness is full.
It’s fit to burst.
Let the blood flow,
Of the tyrant and the sycophantic masses.
Drown the seas in crimson glory.
And upon the thrones in which you sit,
You’ll be cast down.
And upon the thrones in which you sit,
You’ll be cast down.
I cannot grasp what I see.
When will we have been pushed to the brink.
Partaking in making our own kind bleed.
Witnessing the self destruction of our beliefs.
I cannot grasp what I see.
When will we have been pushed to the brink.
Partaking in making our own kind bleed.
Witnessing the self destruction of our beliefs.
I’ve seen my idols slain to this society as sacrificial lambs.
And in this time, there are those who gaze down upon us and our wasted ruins
With the power to end this all, yet they do nothing
With the power to end this all, yet they do nothing
Where there is faith, there are those who don’t believe.
Among the blind reside those who can still see.
And where there is doubt is where I’ll always be.
You’ll have seen the glory of your end.
A wretched king of any name shall slip and fall just the same
We plan to bring down this house of cards upon your fractured thrones.
Separation, they want us separated.
Segregated, to be eliminated.
Isolation going just as they planned.
Integrated into this system so we can’t make a stand.
Separation, they want us separated.
Segregated, to be eliminated.
Isolation going just as they planned.
Integrated into this system so we can’t make a stand.
Divide and conquer for a pleasant manifest.
Separation, they want us separated.
Segregated, to be eliminated.
Isolation going just as they planned.
Integrated into this system so we can’t make a stand.
A mirror of the masses, antithesis of greatness.
The blackened will crawl, the wounded will die.
As we scrape the depths.
A wretched king of any name shall slip and fall just the same
We plan to bring down this house of cards upon your fractured thrones.
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