Stormtroopers, palaces under siege
Bringing down the wooden planks
Masked reality of gore encased
Overfed rulers too afraid to show up
For the people to condemn, to strip
Undernourished ones shall rise up
Armed frontier of oppression, here comes
Swine kings eat their supper greedily
They’re amused by the toiling masses
MENE TECEL PHARES written in Bastille
Once a grave digger for myself, I’ll pace
Miles until I grab you all now
Now a grave digger for you, I’ll erase
Your existence, all your presence
Burn the riches, burn the politics
Prophets of doom are ridiculed after all
Free the slaves, free the ideology
Brewing inside us a storm
He’s the worthless shit ALPHA
While I’m their new OMEGA…
