Из альбома: With Resistance
Chisel away at these cement shoes
Take one step back and blink to cancel out the stare of the masses.
Tune out the frequency and the illusions made by thieves in saints clothes.
All those popular give into man-made desires.
From high hilltops I hear the snap of whips
Assassinate the mindset of the mind controlled.
You have left my surroundings scorched
Before my opinions could be heard
You embrace your so-called victories
I will ring this bell for those who can ring no longer
And for those whose bells are silent