Troubled Times

Ladder,rope and rising concrete
Risking time for shift to end
Dropping down the hammer
Building up the sky world

Don't sell your freedom higher
This gift your child will see
Through sweat and blood and chopped off hands
Tomorrow is the place you put on earth for him

Troubled times never change and
Faceless men carry the chains
But you are wood and you're burning

Keep on hanging in the sky
On metal surfaces above the ground
And though you gave your gift away
The holy theatre awaits you in its seats

Troubled times never change and
Faceless men carry the chains
But you are wood and you're burnin



Credits
Writer(s): Alex Spyrou
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