Go to the people, poison the people They live with no values and no consequence Kill their dreams, one bullet for two Mark their heads with confidence
There's no reshaping the present Our future holds no tools Fucking apes, gods can't see you There's no pressure for results
Cut down, levelled Kite-marked for less Suppress the growth And flood your lungs with emptiness
And once the black soil spits out The god we killed within ourselves Hyena in notion of power Will always be there to claim that place
On a podium is heard The martyr that bled The teacher that taught What must be unlearned
What must be unwound Be grand and profound Not buried in sand by those That don't know what to do with it
What must be undone Walk with it Towards nothing Walk with it On forgotten history Walk with it
What must be undone Walk with it Towards nothing Walk with it With champions laughing As they're ground to dust
Claiming the glory To live longer than given Both the hero and the cult With time come unglued
Picked out, removed Never reborn Never improved DustTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
