Tekster:
Against All Authority Exchange

what I saw So let's not talk about last night You're an all-poison sight and besides cheap talk it hurts my ears But you steal our precious air All I

all the people on the street are on fire they're fucking sick and tired of you we've heard it all before give us your tired, your weak and your poor huddled

knees in the center of the stage, as you offered witness to mortality in exchange for the ticket price, as the lights blended into the continuing noise, as all

the chains of sickness with authority restoring of what was broken so it may fly again I live to worship you I breathe to worship to you all of my days