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Down in the dust
our feet are cold and tired.
We've built your walls,
we've lit your fucking fires.
We've even fought your wars,
guarding your lifes,
greased your pipes,
we made and laid your wires.
Heavy with rust
our shoulders bear your loads,
plumb out of trust,
too many lives hewed low.
You ask for much,
but give burdens untold.
It's time to rush,
it's time to dump this load.
Raise your fists up to the sky,
be yourself, be more before you die!
Take a step from your proclivity,
and march away from your captivity.
Down in the dust
our feet are cold and tired.
We've built your walls,
we've lit your fucking fires.
We've even fought your wars,
guarding your lifes,
greased your pipes,
we made and laid your wires.
Raise your fists up to the sky,
be yourself, be more before you die!
Take a step from your proclivity,
and march away from your captivity.
- Album:
- Wasteland
- Nomad
- The Circus At the End of the World
- Off The Grid
- Æther Shanties
- Lost Horizons
- The Death Of Tragedy
- From Dreams Or Angels
- Cemetary Number 1
- Return To The Fire (EP)
- The End Of Days
- Dark Christmas
- Ranch Hand Robbie and the Wasteland Wranglers - Off The Grid
- The Sepiachord Companion
- Ancient World
- Live at the End of Days
- Through Your Eyes on Christmas Eve
- Stigmata Martyr
- Taxidermy
- Twisted & Broken