Echelons to Molotovs
by The Human Abstracton Nocturne [?]
No chance of your own conscience turning the tide
Paid slaves heed to the master's voice
Get back to work
The scales offset without a choice
Debts of the spirit
Breaking down the wall
Upper echelon, blackest of them all
Breaking down the wall
Sold us into sorrow
Breaking down the wall
You love to watch the weaker ones crawl
Breaking down the wall
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