Foot To The Throat


Virginia death threat, Virginia creeper vine
The hands that feed intent, choke the purpose of this time
Take all that you can give, and i will make it mine
No care for what you've spent, even fool's gold has it's shine

Never held down, never restrainted
Virtue's foot to the throat,
Free of broken chains
Thus always to tyrants,
Laugh at the conquered, the victims now betray

And in this Commonwealth,
There's merely a common concern for self
We hold these lies to be self-evident,
As the dividends will reflect
And in this Commonwealth,
There's merely a common concern for self
The coffers have long run dry

Never held down, never restrainted
Virtue's foot to the throat,
Free of broken chains
Thus always to tyrants,
Laugh at the conquered, the victims now betray

Like a bull in a China shop,
But the shelves have all been cleared
A thief in an empty vault,
The sheep already sheared
A screen door on a submarine,
An eagle with a broken wing,
Hope in a dead man's dream,
The sound of a bell
That will never ring

You're just wasting time







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