We Are Next

Callous, feasting like a pack of rats
On the bodies of those who keep falling
Cancerous beauty pounded into dust
Wallows in the mud, our fate

No coming home

Cowards, waiting for the blade to fall
Will cross their fingers hoping, praying to be buried
Floral crosses rising
Crooked and soaked in our own blood
Like a newborn bastard man cold lifeless

No coming home

There's plenty of time to watch us fall
Splendidly, magnificent, one by one
Mills of defeat slow they grind and here we stand
Waiting in line a miracle that backfired
The time is now

No coming home

The pillars that hold us, corrupted crack down

There're crowded squares lacking guillotines
Empty baskets that should be filled
We need the sound of the rolling heads
Clenching teeth as the blood spreads
And if it's true that the head still lives
Well, then we'll have a few seconds left
To look into the eyes and tell those beheaded
That we are next



Credits
Writer(s): David Gonzalez, Ekain Elorza, Haritz Lete, Josu Luengo, Mikel Gonzalez
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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