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The Mice
04:44
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Another bleak year come and gone
Another forest turned to ash
On a planet bound to crash
Another prophet tied and gagged
While the masses sweat and toil
Until the seas begin to boil
We know who's to blame: the pigs with no shame
It's time that we all held their feet to the flame
Maybe we'll be more than just a memory
Maybe we'll go down in history
The cat's gone away, the mice come out to play
A spreading sickness fills the air
And there is no place left to hide
Onward to death or regicide
And when the walls start closing in
Like the wages of their sin
No, we won't be fooled again
The palaces reek of dissent and decay
When they hear the blades falling, what are the going to say?
Maybe we'll be more than just a memory
Maybe we'll go down in history
The cat's gone away, the mice come out to play
Maybe we'll be more than just a memory
Maybe we'll go down in history
Right here, right now, we begin the cleansing
Voices rise now like a symphony
The cat's gone away, the mice come out to play
All gods in their graves, the mice are here to stay
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Alabastard
04:41
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Silver-tongued bastard, gold is your master
I will deny you, I will defy you
Sniveling glad-hand, front for a madman
You don’t control me, you’ll never own me
Fraud, just a con at the end of the day
Nothing left for you to betray
I will spit you out and I'll throw you away
I’ve seen this place before,
I won’t return
The haze is gone, the truth is crystal clear
You’ll never learn…so burn!
Android clone, two-faced, empty words, all waste
I see right through you, I will undo you
Toothy grinned reptile, conscience in exile
You loot and plunder, I’ll drag you under
Scum, I can tell you’re a wolf in disguise
From the bloodlust in your eyes
But the sheep you hunt will devour you alive
I’ve seen this place before,
I won’t return
The haze is gone, the truth is crystal clear
You’ll never learn…so burn!
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The sirens serenade behind the barricade
Where streets run red with blood and black with smoke
Observe the thin blue line, coiled and serpentine
The rats prepare to bite the hands that choke
When the bell chimes in the end times,
Who soothes your soul when you cry out?
On the front lines, in the bread lines,
Where are the ones you pray to now?
The meek have lost the earth, the promise of their birth
Purloined and cast aside for pocket change
A destiny denied, will you be pacified?
Or will you break apart your gilded cage?
When the bell chimes in the end times,
Who soothes your soul when you cry out?
On the front lines, in the bread lines,
Where are the ones you pray to now?
Staring dead-eyed, deer in headlights
Tongue-tied, they clutch their broken crowns
In the twilight of the empire,
This empty place where you bow down
Bow down
When the bell chimes in the end times,
Who soothes your soul when you cry out?
On the front lines, in the bread lines,
Where are the ones you pray to now?
Staring dead-eyed, deer in headlights
Tongue-tied, they clutch their broken crowns
In the twilight of the empire,
This empty place where you bow down
I won’t bow down
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