Abney Park - 8. Rise Up ('The Circus At the End of the World' album) | Текст песни

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• 8. Rise Up ('The Circus At the End of the World' album)

Down in the dust, our feet are cold and tired
We've built your walls, we've lit your fucking fires
And even fought your wars, guarded your lives
We've greased your pipes, we made and laid your wires

Heavy with rust our shoulders bear your loads
Plumb out of trust, too many lives hewed low
You ask for much, I give but hence I'm told
It's time to rush, it's time to dump this load

Raise your fists up to the sky
Be yourself be more before you die
Take a stand from your proclivity
and modulate it from your captivity

Down in the dust, our feet are cold and tired
We've built your walls, we've lit your fucking fires
And even fought your wars, guarded your lives
We've greased your pipes, we made and laid your wires

Raise your fists up to the sky
Be yourself be more before you die
Take a stand from your proclivity
and modulate it from your captivity

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