Текст песни
Who buys death for a revolution
And raise it as their own disease
Im sick and tired of persecution
And how you keep it on your lips
Down
In the dirt
You can see the remains
How they burned
Deep
In the earth
Calcified remains
You will learn
I fall
From my throne
In this hole
No ones here to save me
I, I will crawl
Down the earth
You will never see me
The civilization of wasteful pleasure will disappear forever
There's nothing left
Hands that feed possessed, leaving us distressed
Breaking everything we had progressed
You sneer and spit on our deathbeds
They're weighing heavy
Empires built upon our backs
We come to blows but you slip through the cracks
The days you promised, they never came
Why do we bother
You're all just the same
I fall
From my throne
In this hole
No ones here to save me
I, I will crawl
Down the earth
You will never see me
I, I will fall
From my throne
In this hole
I, I will crawl
Down the earth
You will never see me
Who buys death for a revolution
And raise it as their own disease
I'm sick and tired of persecution
And how you keep it on your lips