Letra
Pulled from the wreckage
The vilest of tastes
Inherited torment
I cannot erase
I’m cursing the ground
Our bodies have toiled
I long for the day
We are taking it all
We’re taking it all
But, the struggle ends here
We’re taking control
No cursing the ground
Our bodies have toiled
The fruits of our labor
That we never saw
Today is the day
We are taking it all
State power, final hour
State power, final hour
State power, final hour
State power
So, we’re sending a message (A message)
You cannot ignore
A true rite of passage
For you to endure
A point of inflection
A healing of sorts
A thorough dissection
To cut out the rot at the core
State power, final hour
State power, final hour
State power, final hour
State power
Written by: Daan Lutgerink, Mert Güngör, Pim Cruiming, Stefan Bonestroo
