Waking The Dead - Crisis

Wake up from utopian artifice long way the glass

Houses break Art of war Wields words as weapons long

May the glass houses break long may the glass houses

Break!

We bear scars of the chaos of wealthy lies we

Occupy A beggar’s life in priveledged eyes Distastrous

Vultures of gluttonous egos give deadly silence to the

Burning ghettos Wake up from utopian artifice Long

May the glass houses break Art Of war wields wards to

Break break break!

Wealthy, cultivated thieves breed

Futures of uncertainty power lusts for empowered trysts

We’re their sacrificial lambs The reap us to sow seeds of

Affluence We’re their sacrificial scabs Watch Out!

There’s fire

In the Hearts of the unsung Long may the glass houses

Break!

Long may the glass houses break!

Angels Of the

Bottomless pit nurture one downfall our downfall