Furious Movement//The Burning Tower Lyrics

Death to the game
Down til the grave
No fucking slave
Bathe in the flame of the furious movement
I tried but I can't thrive in their neo liberal hell
Can't you hear the snap of worn bones echo through the bowels of the capital
Remember what you owe
Your blood
Your labor
Your life
To your god
Your nation
Tear down these halls that cretins clad in blood stained gowns built from stolen labor of calloused hands
Reap what you sow
Sink like a stone
Men who shield their eyes and ears and clench their fists at those that behold not in awe but in criticism of the cracks in the holy throne
Reap what you sow
Sink like a fucking stone
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Utopia shall fall
Like the pedophiles of Rome
Weight of your murder comes crashing, fucker
Dragged through hell
I'll dress her wounds
She lies by the dying light on the western shore
Killers gather in her shadows
Reap what you sow
Sink like a stone