Let's lynch the rich
This is the downfall of your kind
Sodom, Gomorrah
Idol worship in Babylon
Eve, Pandora
This battle will be won
Shortage, plethora
Our hatred rages on
And so we march
A Morning's stride to the gallows
Tends to sharpen the mind
Knowing there will be no tomorrow
Makes you enjoy today's ride
Day is done. Gone the Sun.
From the lake, From the sky.
Fading light. Dims the sight.
Drawing nigh, Falls the night
Do you believe that what you see
Through the dust and the debris
Must be in truth the only key
To make us all completely free
History is heresy
The story and the prophecy
Are simply what you make them be
A lie transformed into a decree
It will succeed Let's lynch the rich This is the downfall of your kind Sodom, Gomorrah Idol worship in Babylon Eve, Pandora This battle will be won Shortage, plethora Our hatred rages on And so we march A Morning's stride to the gallows Tends to sharpen the mind Knowing there will be no tomorrow Makes you enjoy today's ride Day is done. Gone the Sun. From the lake, From the sky. Fading light. Dims the sight. Drawing nigh, Falls the night Do you believe that what you see Through the dust and the debris Must be in truth the only key To make us all completely free History is heresy The story and the prophecy Are simply what you make them be A lie transformed into a decree Explain Request ×
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