By the Throat

All you have built will not stand
Your hollowness will condemn
When years curse you with misery
A burden you will take to your grave

By the throat upheld and choking
By the throat for greed and gold

Cold rain hits the ground
All so violent and bleak
False ideals will collapse
Convulsing obscenely

Violence breeds violence
While resentment grows vast
Hollow race for dominance
While nothing will last

An ocean dries in a second
Your weak blood does not nourish

Pathetic ignorace
No way to understand
This hell you've made yourself
Struck down, never to rise again

Hollow hymn you sing yourself graceless
The crown of lies you wear faceless
By the throat we'll choke you out



Credits
Writer(s): Alo Ailt
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