Echelons To Molotovs - The Human Abstract

Standing, strong and tall

Outside hear their call

Tear down the wall, upper echelon, blackest of them all

Tear down the wall, sold us into sorrow

Don’t pity our cause, for the laws you’ve disowned

Pagan prophecy has come to be

Thrown molotovs mark the fall of a throne

And dead philosophy, we’re not to be owned

Paid slaves heed to the masters voice

The scales offset without a choice

Debts of the spirit

Tear down the wall, upper echelon, blackest of them all

Tear down the wall, sold us into sorrow

Tear down the wall, you love to watch the weaker ones crawl

No chance of your own conscience turning the tide