Vārdi: Funeral. Ruled By None. More Cocktails, Sire?.

Trapped in a gang mentality. Caught up in what we think we're supposed to be. And all the while you're not really free. Because "tyranny is tyranny, let it come from whom it may". We clothe rascals in robes and honesty in rags. Award the devious with badges of honor, the meek in chains and bodybags. So when the droves rise it will be an eye for an eye until their toll shall extol the limit of the sky. Take to the streets, take to the towers