Bleed us, bleed us
|
For their capital
|
Lead us, lead us
|
To the Burial
|
[Repeat]
|
|
Yeaha˘ĉ|
|
|
Yeah,
|
Step aside and watch the lions roar as they rule
|
With an iron fist and boundless force
|
Like a plague - their epidemic spreads across the floor
|
Just let me introduce you
|
To who's behind that door
|
|
A smiling face
|
With style and grace
|
they'll show you to the fire
|
|
Bleed us, bleed us
|
For their capital
|
Lead us, lead us
|
To the Burial
|
|
They built their reign of wealth through manufactured wars
|
As they ship all our factories off to foreign shores
|
Just to keep their pockets full and leave the people poor
|
This is the kind of system we've been slaving for
|
|
Eventually,
|
like sheep we'll be,
|
led blindly to the slaughter
|
|
Bleed us, bleed us
|
For their capital
|
Lead us, lead us
|
To the Burial
|
|
Headstones bleeds admiration
|
a Backhanded eulogy
|
In the face of devastation
|
Gladly they'll sing our praise
|
|
For a life of slaving and digging our own graves
|
Now just let the usher show you to the final resting place
|
Yeah, what a disgrace
|
|
We area˘ĉ|
|
Now!
|
|
Just learn to breath
|
And you will see
|
Your life is what you make it
|
|
Bleed us, bleed us
|
For their capital
|
Lead us, lead us
|
To the Burial
|
[Repeat]
|
|
Oh!
|
|
-----------------
|
To The Burial
|
| Story Of The Year |
