Transgressions are made
While cowards convey
With a demon's ear, fixed and set to slay
While the statue awaits
To be whittled away
With a mock of a slogan hiding filth with fear
Never to learn
Only to burn (...and be burned.)
Branded straight through slate
Clear as common day
(Go slowly cause at the moment
Things you'd never think you'd ever see
Are happening and you can't believe the hatred.)
What shall be the mark to be made?
When we crush it all to burn it down
Without sight, without sound
Not anything but a casualty forgotten in the ground
A simple shell, that's solemn still--without sight, without sound
Make a martyr
A pedestal with ribbons of slaughter
Feed the altar
Stoke the fire it will take over
While cowards convey
With a demon's ear, fixed and set to slay
While the statue awaits
To be whittled away
With a mock of a slogan hiding filth with fear
Never to learn
Only to burn (...and be burned.)
Branded straight through slate
Clear as common day
(Go slowly cause at the moment
Things you'd never think you'd ever see
Are happening and you can't believe the hatred.)
What shall be the mark to be made?
When we crush it all to burn it down
Without sight, without sound
Not anything but a casualty forgotten in the ground
A simple shell, that's solemn still--without sight, without sound
Make a martyr
A pedestal with ribbons of slaughter
Feed the altar
Stoke the fire it will take over
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