Somewhere there’s a choice being made, for the mass by the will of a broken few. Guided by the hand
of the guilty. Praised as a cure for a curse. When really this is all catastrophic, and we’re tethered to the
hull of a sinking ship, scratching for a breath at the surface, praying for the ropes to slip. / I always
knew that the damned would inherit the earth. As soon as they learned to speak we would be suffering.
Sucking on the scraps of the wicked wealth, we were bound by need to vicious villainy. / Tear it down,
start again, erasing every trace so stale scars can mend. Then we will sing,”The way things used to be”.
/ I always knew that the damned would inherit the earth. As soon as they learned to breed we would
be suf fering. Choking on the scr aps of the wic ked wealth. We we’re bound by need to vicious villa iny.
Somewhere there’s a choice being made, for the mass by the will of a broken few. Guided by the hand of the guilty. Praised as a cure for a curse. When really this is all catastrophic, and we’re tethered to the hull of a sinking ship, scratching for a breath at the surface, praying for the ropes to slip. / I always knew that the damned would inherit the earth. As soon as they learned to speak we would be suffering. Sucking on the scraps of the wicked wealth, we were bound by need to vicious villainy. / Tear it down, start again, erasing every trace so stale scars can mend. Then we will sing,”The way things used to be”. / I always knew that the damned would inherit the earth. As soon as they learned to breed we would be suf fering. Choking on the scr aps of the wic ked wealth. We we’re bound by need to vicious villa iny.