Thy Will Be Done

Riots come, thy will must be done! I am, the fallen one who must berate you! The fall, of his plan. The ones, who cash in on the chains that bind you! This time, we shall prevail, for our souls must be fucking set free!

Thy will... be done. The end has come for the righteous. Our war... is now to raise our fists up! This is, the slime of corruption's grasp to undermine us all... die or stand tall.

People learn, of their sad, slaving lives... but too late, for them to change the greed which chains them! Break free, from the heard. Black sheep, you lead the rising to dethrone them! This is the quiet, strike - which will bring down all the corporate blood farms.

I don't want to see it and don't fucking want it. (I don't want it)
Can't I just be free, leave the shame upon it. (shame upon it)
Set the spirit free, greed has made me blind (am I blind?)
Wasted days, all my youth - am I to late to save... my life!?

Riots come, thy will must be done! I am, the fallen one who must berate you! The fall, of this plan. The ones, who cash in on the chains that bind you! This time, we shall prevail, for our souls must be fucking set free!

Thy will... be done. The end has come for the righteous. Our war... is now to raise our fists up! This is, the slime of corruption's grasp to undermine us all... die or stand tall....