Songtext von Off With Their Heads

A crown adorns his face With wretched judgement Emblems of royalty have vanished Suburbs are infested x 2 Now facing the blade Up in the crimson sky Facing the blade Facing the war in the mind of the sane I am crawling back to the source of wisdom Of wisdom And we'll make him fall Fall as his throne crumbles We'll make them collapse Under the rising sun For all to see That their structures are taken down New utopists Your dreams died tonight You the people Your dreams died tonight You've built so many reasons to believe the lie No wonder why with theses wolves behind your back This is the last time you'll ever see the sun You realize your mistakes As it now seems impossible to get rid of your misery This is the the last time you will ever see the sun.