Be wary of the silver-tongued serpents
As they spin a tale of past glory
That never was
They weave their yarn as you march to the front
Raw material, in tyrants' palms
Lure us, with the greatness of the past
Obscure our sight with ash-tinted glass
Lure us, with the greatness of the past
Obscure our sight with ash-tinted glass
Subservient to the negligent
Lay their soot-strewn path to power
Satiate the conglomerate
Scalе its cannon fodder to your pyre
Subservient to the negligent
Lay their soot-strewn path to power
Satiate the conglomerate
Scalе its cannon fodder to your pyre
Kingmaker, of tyrants
Apathy bеgets their violence
Kingmaker, of tyrants
Apathy begets their violence
Kingmaker, of tyrants
Apathy bеgets their violence
Kingmaker, of tyrants
Apathy begets their violence
Bow down to cinder
Bow down to cinder
Bow down to cinder
Bow down
Subservient to the negligent
Lay their soot-strewn path to power
Satiate the conglomerate
Scale its cannon fodder to your pyre
Subservient to the negligent
Lay their soot-strewn path to power
Satiate the conglomerate
Scale its cannon fodder to your pyre
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