Standing, strong and tall.
Outside hear their call.
Tear down the wall, upper echelon, blackest of them all.
Tear down the wall, sold us into sorrow.
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 philosophy, we're not to be owned.
Paid slaves heed to the masters voice,
The scales offset without a choice.
Debts of the spirit.
Tear down the wall, upper echelon, blackest of them all.
Tear down the wall, sold us into sorrow.
Tear down the wall, you love to watch the weaker ones crawl.
No chance of your own conscience turning the tide.
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