The fruits of what your labour brings Consumed to please the higher beings Neglected, beaten. Scarred, abused By tempest raging on below The battlements we were once denied Now stand to face the test of time The bitter ashes falling down Humanity’s falsified crown The youngest now will go to war Won’t matter if some hearts get torn
The coming storm will wash away Everything we’ve worked to create
So why do we stay?
Long extinct now, what was pride In its place, fear remains
Master Comes Taking Me And now you bring me into extradition This trial has been all in vain Gavel bangs, this false judicial Helpless to the coming flames Trampled by your own creators And yet you are to take the blame Deciding your fate without reason Or maybe you’ve just gone insane
Isolation takes its toll Faces fading, falling away Leaving the disease Of The Labour DivisionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
