Multiply By Fire

What drives the hungry hopeless, who always stand the last in line?
As these iron caverns welcome, another million of their dreams to dieÉ
Not the money lender- his pockets lined and fat belly full
who draws up his fiddle high to spin a tune as the city burns

..And they will watch it burn

As they multiply, the seeds are sown, the flames grow high, the tables turnÉ

What moves the toiling masses, to push ahead into another day?
To walk past their dying brothers, to force themselves just to look away
Not their guilty conscience who in token acts toss crumbs in shame
Cause in their spineless hearts they know, their bread and water never change a thingÉtheir words as empty as their headsÉ

And faced with a life in absentia, they'll choose to burn their temples down, burn.

ÒIf there is any hopeÉit lies with the ProlsÓ

By PhMetal