Conqueror
You have set yourself, on fire
bu*ton for the automated world
Give them some, take a bite
And give them some
Raise a gla** to failure
Your kingdom is falling through
It's easy
As empires do
Hold a pistol to the head
Of freedom
Your blinding light is burning us
Hold a ransom for the wives of freedom
A bucket filled with rice and talk
To feed a need -the starved
Conqueror
Hollow gram of light powder
Lift their singing voices, they are ageless
Pull the rope
Stitched as many years it hung
Hanging for a place that now is fallen
Is falling through
It's easy
As empires do
Hold a pistol to the head of freedom
Your blinding light
Is burning us
Hold a ransom for the wives of freedom
A bucket filled with rice and talk
To feed a need -the starved
To feed a need- the starved