the shadows of the wasted
the shadows of the martyr/sent forth for your cause

there is power in numbers
when the day comes we will see
no second chance for your last goodbye

you tyrant i'll burn you and make you feel the pain
you selfishly inflict upon us it's come full circle now

and with the sudden quick release
the chaos burns beneath
with opulence comes relief
perched atop the weak

when the day comes we will see

you tyrant i'll burn you and make you feel the pain
you selfishly inflict upon us it's come full circle now