Letra da Música: Culmine - Iskra

Culmine
A call to all those people who say we are free
Let your blinders fall a moment, tell me what do you see?
Is this really the way you want your world to be?
It's no wonder your children stopped listening.

Nightsticks, plastic bullets,tear gas and locks
Behind every curtain: Molotov cocktails and rocks.
False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin
Only a matter of time before night comes stepping in.

Free enterprise and success, we know that's a lie
Your labor pays so little one can barely survive.
Hopeless eyes only stare, sealed lips make no sound
This society is a corpse rotting into the ground.

Nightsticks, plastic bullets,tear gas, and locks
Behind every curtain: molotov cocktails and rocks.
False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin
Only a matter of time before night comes stepping in.

We'll refuse to be a part of a system we didn't choose
For those of you in power the next move is up to you.
You've lost our trust, no allegiance nor vows
Without the support of the people your system falls to
the ground.

Your ill bred castle has begun to erode.
Constant class war causing systems to corrode.

Sure we are scared, Sure we may fall
But a lack of choices back us up against the wall.
Look into the fiery furnace not far beneath your feet
see your own children dying in the streets.

Its a shadowy world as the sun sets in the sky
Do we choose violent ignorance or penetrate their lies?
We can end their reign of blood if we openly criticize
If they refuse to listen they'll pay the hard way for
their crimes.

Nightsticks, plastic bullets,tear gas, and locks
Behind every curtain: molotov cocktails and rocks.
False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin
Only a matter of time before night comes stepping in