Deprived of emotion, blank stare
no conciousness of right and wrong.
These lifeless eyes, less human than the rest
my blackened lungs won't breathe you in.
Constanly seeking destruction, purely self gain.
The architect of malice, the strong willed will rise and fall.
They can never be broken, we will never be broken.
The strong will rise and fall, but will never be broken.
A revolution is at hand, a rebellion in the works.
We will tear down the very walls you control us from.
We will tear down the very walls you control us from.
(You are the smoke, the pollution, the contagion,
the apocalypse in the flesh. You are not a god,
you are not a king. All of your aspirations of power
are done. Take that crown off your head.)
You are neither god nor king my friend, you are but a man.
Aspirations of power coming to an end, take the air from your lungs
and that crown from your head.
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