Furious Movement / The Burning Tower - WVRM

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

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