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letra de upon fractured thrones - perennial

own silver spoons spill the words;
through privileged lips deemed unworthy
like growing maggots, your presence
persistent and proud, forced and wrong

a mirror of the masses, antithesis of greatness
the blackened will crawl, the wounded will die
as we scr-pe the depths

we scr-pe the depths and find the emptiness is full
it’s fit to burst
let the blood flow
of the tyrant and the sycophantic masses
drown the seas in crimson glory
and upon the thronеs in which you sit
you’ll be cast down
and upon the thrones in which you sit
you’ll bе cast down

i cannot grasp what i see
when will we have been pushed to the brink
partaking in making our own kind bleed
witnessing the self destruction of our beliefs
i cannot grasp what i see
when will we have been pushed to the brink
partaking in making our own kind bleed
witnessing the self destruction of our beliefs
i’ve seen my idols slain to this society as sacrificial lambs
and in this time, there are those who gaze down upon us and our wasted ruins
with the power to end this all, yet they do nothing
with the power to end this all, yet they do nothing

where there is faith, there are those who don’t believe
among the blind reside those who can still see
and where there is doubt is where i’ll always be
you’ll have seen the glory of your end

a wretched king of any name shall slip and fall just the same
we plan to bring down this house of cards upon your fractured thrones

separation, they want us separated
segregated, to be eliminated
isolation going just as they planned
integrated into this system so we can’t make a stand
separation, they want us separated
segregated, to be eliminated
isolation going just as they planned
integrated into this system so we can’t make a stand

divide and conquer for a pleasant manifest

separation, they want us separated
segregated, to be eliminated
isolation going just as they planned
integrated into this system so we can’t make a stand
a mirror of the masses, antithesis of greatness
the blackened will crawl, the wounded will die
as we scr-pe the depths

a wretched king of any name shall slip and fall just the same
we plan to bring down this house of cards upon your fractured thrones

- perennial

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