Aaron Sprinkle - A Text Message To The So-Called Emporer lyrics

For too long, cast aside Stripped of dignity, opportunity Countless sleepless days and underestimation But under these anxious darkening heavens No word goes unheard And no deed is without compensation When the workers come to collect their wages Now the strong men are swaying in the distance The have-not's calling in the listless wind Whispering for retribution Waiting for some voice to call them From the bottom, where you left them So onward friends from our battered homes Forward to the on rush Of cast stones, crushed bones and the gallows