Paper Ruled All Songtext

von Artifex Pereo

I've got a question for the hands who rule the world
Is your ambition, to watch it burn?
Why, when you hold us all
Would you choose to decide
To let our grandeur fall, to ruin and demise
Bury me under a mountain of a beautiful things
Consume debris, glorious waste; ash in my mouth
We try to pay debts with our blood
Buying a life gladly sold to us all.
Paper made to enslave, aimed to shatter our light
We're designed to defray, collateral closure
We sow simple seeds planted deep meant to nourish our thirst
We must tend to the weeds, who've spread through our garden.
Why is the blood so cold, like splintered frozen ice?
Sat atop gold thrones to observe death
Claw out existence from the rubble and the mire.
See our backs grow strong, our hearts ache with desire
Bury me under a mountain of a beautiful things
Consume debris, glorious waste; ash in my mouth
We try to pay debts with our blood
Buying a life gladly sold to us all.
Paper made to enslave, aimed to shatter our light
We're designed to defray, collateral closure
We sow simple seeds planted deep meant to nourish our thirst
We must tend to the weeds, who've spread through our garden.
We're owned, wings cut off of such poor and unfortunate souls
Controlled by objectification of material
Bury me under a mountain of beautiful things
Consume debris, glorious waste; ash in my mouth
Cherishing all that you want while wasting what you need
In slavery a least breath is free
It's ash in my mouth