Dirt Poor Robins Fallen
She's fallen
She's fallen
She covers her plate with the blood of the saints
Though her sanguine she knows will not quell
Her longing to blister, burn all who resist her
Dragging them down, down, down to her hell
Her kingdom comes
On the backs of the ones she once loved
So why, oh, why don't you run?
The wise man flies
For a clear mind reads the signs of the times
So cut your ties
And run, run, run for your lives
Her kingdom comes
On the backs of the ones she once loved
So why, oh, why don't you run?
The wise man flies
For a clear mind reads the signs of the times
So cut your ties
And run, run, run for your lives
She's fallen
She's fallen
She's fallen
She's fallen
Fallen