There is a force that's rising From the ashes of a stillborn dream This world shall surely suffer Beneath the voice of this new regime The enslaved shall form the foundation The mortar will run thick with blood The stones will shatter backs and soul So leave the broken bodies face down in the mud Twisting, writhing, begging, smash their lives into the ground Make them futile for those that still carry on Feed us carrion, sustained by those that have died, Simply breathing or are we truly alive Can this be the height of out potential Feed our masters or we feed the crows This can't be the truth of our existence Waste ...