the corporate horsemen unite on this cold autumn avalanche
"it was a good run my friends, but we have had it coming"
all that was left
we are the sparrows that lined the ground
and the tracked mud on the crimson carpet
the death of the king chimes the song of a beast
we are free we are free
we are finally free
no more birds singing songs of nature and leaves
im a fraction of a whole chorus angels lifting us all
nothing coming my way and you want to know why
its the time its the time
its the valuable time