Waking The Dead

Wake up from utopian artifice
Long way the glass houses break
Art of war Wields words as weapons
Long may the glass houses break
Llong 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.