Misantropic - Raise The Gallows | Текст песни

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• Misantropic
• Raise The Gallows

You profit on murder, makes money on death
You feed from the earnings of those who have less
make profits while others are slaughtered for you
and sleep well in your ivory tower

Arm the homeless
Arm the poor
Raise the gallows
Start the war

How I long for the day when the tables are turned
when enough is enough and your mansion is burned
when you ask for forgiveness for what you have done
and the people will answer by giving you none

Arm the homeless
Arm the poor
Raise the gallows
Start the war

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