Concrete Sox salt of the earth


Rousing people to claim the revolt, what will become of us the salt?
We cannot say we do not know, there is paragon to show
Don't scowl obscurity, if you do it will be for cash and fallacy
Perishing at the thought that the path might be closed,
No secretion, we have to be Opposed
O.K. so you want Anarchy?
And whats going to happen when some resents thee?
Desirous beings solicit and kill
Bloody revenge, sanctuary is still
Bred into people is the answer
Then it would be days of absolute peace
But hundreds of years till that day
Would be full of death, decay and disease
Death, decay and disease