Funeral Pyre Thieves
Thieves
Taking what is wrongfully theirs
All to be accepted in the modern world
Too scared, to right, the wrong
We cower amongst ourselves
Viewed as slaves to the powerful
Corrupted from day one
Their machines thrive on
Stealing from those with nothing to lose
Waiting until the iron fist punishes
Or until we've paid our mortal toll
Spare from their web of deceit
Treachery will always run deep, amongst the thieves
