Who has the right to keep a crown
Who writes the rules to keep the ground
We are all slaves of the same lie
The servant says: Praise the snake
Yes it's coming through
To see around
So powerful and crawling down
The silent death
Walking the ground
You know the truth
No reason why
To keep the same old rule.
You are coming down
With all around
You re coming trough
For all around
Who has the power to keep us blind
The glove of death is right behind
It s going through to see you blown
To see the murder into your mind
Yes it's coming through
To see around
So powerful
And crawling down
The silent death
Walking the ground
You know the truth
No reason why
To keep the same old rule
You are coming down
With all the ground
You re coming trough
For all around
