The Accused
Until the end, no matter how it comes
The blade, the bottle, the rope or smoking gun
Say it aloud! We will bow to no one
Is this allowed? We will not be censored
Freedom allowed? Learn to obey us
Chaos aloud! Sic semper tyrannis
If you were accused of your beliefs
Would there be enough evidence to convict?
If you were accused of your beliefs
Would there be enough witnesses to convict?
Only a fool believes that, beauty will redeem the world
Disorder and mayhem, chaos in the streets
Surviving and thriving, is all we ever dreamed
Disorder and mayhem, chaos on our minds
Confusion, is the parlance of your time
There are many suffering in this broken system
Ones who always did the right thing
There are many suffering in this broken system
Why should they get trampled on?
If you were accused of your beliefs
Would there be enough evidence to convict?
If you were accused of your beliefs
Would there be enough witnesses to convict?
Only a fool believes that beauty will redeem the world
Until the end, no matter how it comes
The blade, the bottle, the rope or smoking gun
Until the end, the real supporting caste
Our boot on your necks, conquering our past
Hell is other people
Until the end, no matter how it comes
The blade, the bottle, the rope or smoking gun
Until the end, the real supporting caste
Our boot on your necks, conquering our past
The blade, the bottle, the rope or smoking gun
Say it aloud! We will bow to no one
Is this allowed? We will not be censored
Freedom allowed? Learn to obey us
Chaos aloud! Sic semper tyrannis
If you were accused of your beliefs
Would there be enough evidence to convict?
If you were accused of your beliefs
Would there be enough witnesses to convict?
Only a fool believes that, beauty will redeem the world
Disorder and mayhem, chaos in the streets
Surviving and thriving, is all we ever dreamed
Disorder and mayhem, chaos on our minds
Confusion, is the parlance of your time
There are many suffering in this broken system
Ones who always did the right thing
There are many suffering in this broken system
Why should they get trampled on?
If you were accused of your beliefs
Would there be enough evidence to convict?
If you were accused of your beliefs
Would there be enough witnesses to convict?
Only a fool believes that beauty will redeem the world
Until the end, no matter how it comes
The blade, the bottle, the rope or smoking gun
Until the end, the real supporting caste
Our boot on your necks, conquering our past
Hell is other people
Until the end, no matter how it comes
The blade, the bottle, the rope or smoking gun
Until the end, the real supporting caste
Our boot on your necks, conquering our past
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Writer(s): Owl Creek
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