The Creditors (feat. Joyride)

And I believe that everything that we do in this world comes back

Every act, full circle, like running on a track

And I'm not saying that I'm always comfortable with that

Got some demons of my own that I hope don't ever catch me

I've searched for the thoughts that I shuffled this night

The shift work hustle, waiting for my bus to arrive

But I dropped what I was holding in an instant

I caught a glimpse of a group of people that had gathered in the distance

Walking towards me down the middle of the street

Feet moving in time, like they were written to a beat

They got closer, I noticed their faces

Didn't recognize any of 'em, but I watched on in amazement

They looked like the townspeople of Salem

Last line of defense in Berlin before the city was taken

Man, woman and child of all different ages

They were bound by something as they took to the pavement

I looked for a flag, were they marching for a cause?

Or carrying a cross, like an army of the Lord's?

But they weren't heading for the court or for parliament lawn

They had vengeance in their eyes, unmasked and forlorn

They walked right past me as if I wasn't there

A young girl caught me staring and turned

She looked me in the eyes, said, no need to be scared

You see they took what was ours, and now we coming for theirs

We are the creditors

We are the creditors, they call us the creditors

And we've come to collect, from all that indebted us

We are the creditors, they call us the creditors

Every name, every face, every word that was said to us

Any innocence ever taken, we're taking back

The world, the whole world will fade to black

Hear the cries of the forsaken, let it wake 'em

The dead of the night, you could hear the ground shaking like

Yeah, and you could hear the ground shaking like

Yeah, and you could hear the ground shaking like

Yeah, and you could hear the ground shaking like

Yeah, and you could hear the ground shaking like

And I've been told revenge is one best served cold

But this night was sweltering, no shelter in the city of sin

The sort of heat that can make your clothes stick to your skin

But it made no difference to them, they marched on

In row upon row that stretched like forever

Not birds of a feather but they walked together

Some in rags, some robes, some everyday clothes

From every page out of the books, they rose

The left behind, the long forgotten

Some had watched from their village as the bombs were dropping

They had their churches torched, their land was taken

Knives in the back while hands were shaking

Or maybe caught in the crossfire, strays from the weapons

Or taught by the taunts to hate their reflection

The evilest of acts, too depraved to mention

I studied each face in succession

Maybe sold out by a government, ignored by the reverend

Betrayed by the people that were meant to protect 'em

History books had done their very best to forget them

But tonight, they'd rewrite the ending

And it was too late for redemption

All manner of debts, they'd came to collect 'em

No tears left, just empty stares

See, they took what was ours and now we're coming for theirs

We are the creditors

We are the creditors, they call us the creditors

And we've come to collect, from all that indebted us

We are the creditors, they call us the creditors

Every name, every face, every word that was said to us

Any innocence ever taken, we're taking back

The world, the whole world will fade to black

Hear the cries of the forsaken, let it wake 'em

The dead of the night, you could hear the ground shaking like

For as long as we can remember

The human race has made a habit of exploiting, cheating, and betraying one another

Shit, entire countries and empires have been built on this habit

Many still are, but the way that I see it, no act is linear

Everything comes back around

And one day, all those who have fallen victim to the ugliest side of mankind will return

They will rise up, they will come for theirs

They are any and every person to whom something is owed

They are the creditors