The Human Abstract - Echelons To Molotovs lyrics

rate me

Standing, strong and tall.

Outside hear their call.

Tear down the wall, upper echelon,

Blackest of them all. sold us into sorrow,

You love to watch the weaker ones crawl.

Don't pity our cause for the laws you've disowned.

Pagan prophecy has come to be.

Thrown molotovs mark the fall of a throne.

And dead pilosophy, we're not to be owned.

Paid slaves heed to the masters voice,

The scales offset without a choice.. debts of the spirit.

No chance of your own conscience turning the tide.<br />

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Thanks to Reikjavik