Thermidor - Jucifer

Black misery

Conflict and negotiations

Nothing left to feed my family

Black misery

Pestilence and harvests lost

Monarchs never count the cost

Hostages to higher lifestyles

Humans cannot live this way

No choice for the third estate

No choice for the meek

With conspiracies you raise yourselves to trample us to dust

No future for the weak

To watch while you avail yourselves of what belongs to us

Of what belongs to us