Thy Will Be Done

Riots come, thy will must be done! I am, the fallen one who
 must berate you! The fall, of his plan. The ones, who cash
 in on the chains that bind you! This time, we shall 
prevail, for our souls must be fucking set free!

Thy will... be done. The end has come for the righteous. 
Our war... is now to raise our fists up! This is, the slime
 of corruption's grasp to undermine us all... die or stand 
tall.

People learn, of their sad, slaving lives... but too late, 
for them to change the greed which chains them! Break free,
 from the heard. Black sheep, you lead the rising to 
dethrone them! This is the quiet, strike - which will bring
 down all the corporate blood farms.

I don't want to see it and don't fucking want it. (I don't 
want it)
Can't I just be free, leave the shame upon it. (shame upon 
it)
Set the spirit free, greed has made me blind (am I blind?)
Wasted days, all my youth - am I to late to save... my 
life!?

Riots come, thy will must be done! I am, the fallen one who
 must berate you! The fall, of this plan. The ones, who 
cash in on the chains that bind you! This time, we shall 
prevail, for our souls must be fucking set free!

Thy will... be done. The end has come for the righteous. 
Our war... is now to raise our fists up! This is, the slime
 of corruption's grasp to undermine us all... die or stand 
tall....