Paper Ruled All - Artifex Pereo
I've got a question for the hands who rules the world
Is your ambition to watch it burn
Why when you hold us all
Would you choose to decided to let our grandeur fall to ruin
And demise
Bury me under a mountain of a beautiful things
Consume debris glorious waste ash in my mouth
We try to pay debts with our blood
Buying a life gladly sold to us all
Paper made to enslave aimed to shatter our light
We're designed to defray collateral closure
We sow simple seeds planted deep meant to nourish our thirst
We must tend to the weeds who've spread through our garden
Why is the blood so cold like splintered frozen ice
Sat atop gold thrones to observe death
Claw out existence from the rubble and the mire
See our backs grow strong our hearts ache with desire
Bury me under a mountain of a beautiful things
Consume debris glorious waste ash in my mouth
We try to pay debts with our blood
Buying a life gladly sold to us all
Paper made to enslave aimed to shatter our light
We're designed to defray collateral closure
We sow simple seeds planted deep meant to nourish our thirst
We must tend to the weeds who've spread through our garden
We're owned wings cut off of such poor and unfortunate souls
Controlled by objectification of material
Bury me under a mountain of beautiful things
Consumed debris glorious waste ash in my mouth
Cherishing all that you want while wasting what you need
In slavery a least breath is free
It's ash in my mouth