Children of the Defeated

Oh, how the mighty have fallen
Generations of weight strapped to our backs
Deformed spines to hold the pain of past labors
Twisted like the nails we drive

Oh, how the unwanted are calling
All lamenting in wait and strapped for cash
Reformed minds to the gain of last favors
Guilted as they hell they ride

The steam starts to rise
Emotions boiling over
Hobbling out of their corners
Strapped to the teeth like soldiers

It's their world to burn
They made it
It's their earth to turn
Frustrated

It's their crowns to break
It's their turn to take