The Privilege
A rock ballard agaist the polictical elites who want to do harm against the weak
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[Verse]
They sit behind the marbled walls with ink inside their veins
Calculating losses while they tighten up the chains
The shadows of the boardroom cast a chill across the street
Where the hungry gather up the crumbs beneath the golden feet
A signature, a gavel strike, a flicker of the eye
The architects of silence watch the heavy clouds go by
They trade in human struggle like a currency of old
Selling out the sunlight for a treasury of gold
[Chorus]
But the towers built on hollow ground are shaking in the wind
The heavy cost of arrogance is where the cracks begin
You can crush the spirit down beneath the weight of your decree
But the tides are turning inward from the edges of the sea
The mighty fall like autumn leaves when truth begins to roar
We aren't the ghosts of yesterday knocking at your door
[Verse]
You weave a web of intricate and polished legal lies
To camouflage the vanity reflected in your eyes
The widow and the orphan find no mercy in your hall
Just another brick you lay to build a higher wall
But every stone you carry is a burden you must keep
While the city that you plundered is awakening from sleep
The paper shields you carry won't protect you from the rain
When the pulse of every common heart starts pulsing in your vein
[Chorus]
But the towers built on hollow ground are shaking in the wind
The heavy cost of arrogance is where the cracks begin
You can crush the spirit down beneath the weight of your decree
But the tides are turning inward from the edges of the sea
The mighty fall like autumn leaves when truth begins to roar
We aren't the ghosts of yesterday knocking at your door
[Chorus]
But the towers built on hollow ground are shaking in the wind
The heavy cost of arrogance is where the cracks begin
You can crush the spirit down beneath the weight of your decree
But the tides are turning inward from the edges of the sea
The mighty fall like autumn leaves when truth begins to roar
We aren't the ghosts of yesterday knocking at your door
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