It will succeed
Let's lynch the rich
This is the downfall of your kind

Sodom, Gomorrah
Idol worship in Babylon
Eve, Pandora

This battle will be won
Shortage, plethora
Our hatred rages on

And so we march

A Morning's stride to the gallows

Tends to sharpen the mind
Knowing there will be no tomorrow
Makes you enjoy today's ride


Day is done. Gone the Sun.
From the lake, From the sky.

Fading light. Dims the sight.
Drawing nigh, Falls the night


Do you believe that what you see
Through the dust and the debris
Must be in truth the only key

To make us all completely free

History is heresy

The story and the prophecy
Are simply what you make them be
A lie transformed into a decree