Lyric

You were the cunning bastards, ugly and cold

Writing the rules just to break the mold

You hated the game when you lost control

Grouping up to crush every daring soul

[Ha!]

[Who did you think we were?]

You tired us out, but you never won

The depth of our hearts remained undone

Even if your conscience isn't dead yet

You’re masters at silencing every regret

You thought we were fools, every last one!

But look at the work that we’ve perfectly done!

We didn’t swallow the lies that you fed!

We didn’t swallow the words that you said!

[No, we didn't!]

[No, we didn't!]

Neither love nor truth was the coat you wore

Pure greed was the garment you chose to adore

Eyeing the neighbor’s wealth with your spite

Your envy withered the roses in sight

You tired us out, but you never won

The depth of our hearts remained undone

Even if your conscience isn't dead yet

You’re masters at silencing every regret

You called the noise "the power of the great"

Lining us up to decide our fate

Giving the name "Order" to your tyranny

Tell me, what was your sick fantasy?

You thought we were fools, every last one!

But look at the work that we’ve perfectly done!

We didn’t swallow the words that you said!

We didn’t swallow the lies that you fed!

[No, we didn't!]

[No, we didn't!]

The masks you wear fit your faces so well

Whoever believed you is burning in hell

You poisoned the milk with a hemlock breath

Yet we thank our stars we escaped your death