Vārdi:
Darkest Hour Deliver Us

brink burst into a cloud of spores explode into the atmosphere weaving our lives with chaotic design siphons what's left inside suppress us impress us

end you're not alone decrepit monuments sit on their own thrones the crushing weight relentless in its pull resist! or be diluted with the rest all weare, leads us

up from our induced slumber they can try but they can't conquer us all knee deep in the belly of the beast offering us another cut-rate version of

all a game to you we won't be fooled by you into thinking that it's easy, nobody said this would be easy to swallow or process or fake and dark will

After the torchlight of red sweaty faces After the frosty silence in the gardens After the agony in stony places The shouting and the crying Prison and

it all ended that day, and like all you dark clouds you sceptics denying your true nature took away dormant beneath us what was will be dwelling within us

carryin' posters They lock me down but they usually hang us folks up It's so tough, white man tryin' to control us and mold us Assimilate our cultures, they doped us

Bringing the servants of leechy throngs Angels, remembering every promise Black vise crushing the feathers white Come pain deliver us in darkness Unknown

us back, eyeballs peeled Eardrums opened, egos stripped stroked, another low blow Delivered to the hip-hop culture, uhh Industry consists of thieveries, prostitutes And folgers if somethin' bigger than us