The Tightrope Songtext

von Hackneyed

They want to keep us down
Frown from high above
They gloat to watch us drown
Our pain is not enough

Cut the tightrope, pull them downward,
This show will bring us equity.
In the circus of the righteous they're all longing to behold:
Pain is timeless, pain is gold, every ticket will be sold

Come to the front row, come and take a seat
This time we promise you - guarantee you heat

While our corpses piling up
They're shaking in delight
Climb to the mountain's top
Make them pay for our plight

Cut the tightrope, pull them downward,
This show will bring us equity.
In the circus of the righteous they're all longing to behold:
Pain is timeless, pain is gold, every ticket will be sold

Grab the bastards, flay their bodies, cut right to the chase:
Let them suffer, let them beg, we will set them all ablaze.
Drench the curtain, torch the circus, raze it to the ground
Everybody will be burning, we will leave a mark profound