Texty

Sacrifice fools for the social elite Beat you with the gavel up on Quality Street (Noooo) Force-feed the passive till their entertained Mystify the masses till they don't complain (Noooo) I think its judgment time Come in and take your chair Tune in switch off and stare We are circling the drain Such ignorance will be repaid If there's a hell then you should know They're adding extra chairs to seat you all below You're a marked man forever with truth in hand Man will kill what man can't have I'm just another voice with nothing to say The world turns to shit and I turn away I think its judgment time Come in and take your chair Tune in switch off and stare We are circling the drain Such ignorance will be repaid If there's a hell then you should know They're adding extra chairs to seat you all below The great days of Empire fading away Sex drugs and violence stuffed in to your face Let these be the last of these days I think its judgment day You know you're time has come The end has just begun You know you're circling the drain Such ignorance will be repaid We burn it all till hell remains Wrong and right, so black and white, turned to dirty gray Like the Roman Empire falling apart We bay for blood in the name of art so pray That these are the last of these days
Writer(s): Todd Michael J Burman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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