Ashenspire - Tragic Heroin lyrics
[Ashenspire - Tragic Heroin lyrics]
Through twisted metal red Roads, brought low
Once more into the breach
Up rusted rungs you reach
Up blank stares you climb
Up, up through rime and ruin
Tiers of concrete tears of undoing
Hostages all, at gunpoint
They spun the wheel and hoped
That what they had was sellable
One’s labour must be sellable
The violence goes deeper, violence indelible
No great men only the great many
I have a feeling
I have a feeling that it’s falling
Apart at the seams and that the people
And that the people in the gutters
Recognise their means i hear the meaning
I hear the meaning of the whispers
Sprayed upon the doors now comes the hour
Now comes the hour that the needle
Will pierce the spoken-for
Fuelled with your labour
Built with your bones there are no great men
Only the great many