Thief, when you’re ready
The vault's unlocked
And the tax collector is gone
Thief, when it’s lawful
And health for their sons
Feast until there’s none

The dirt will fill our lungs

Your republic is failing
Your empire is dead
Their gardens are blooming
They will read again
They’ll surely tear their nets
And they will mend

Thief, when you’re wasted
You’re fully alive
And you will realize
We are alike
And I can eat
Like a child never chooses to die
Madam, when your fragrances run dry
Where will you hide

How fair, how fair
How fair, how fair

Let us cleanse our lungs
Until you see my blood


Lyrics submitted by Punkgitardude, edited by StephenShutters

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