The Tightrope - Hackneyed

They want to keep us down

Frown from high above

They gloat to watch us drown

Our pain is not enough

Cut the tightrope, pull them downward,

This show will bring us equity.

In the circus of the righteous they’re all longing to behold:

Pain is timeless, pain is gold, every ticket will be sold

Come to the front row, come and take a seat

This time we promise you — guarantee you heat

While our corpses piling up

They’re shaking in delight

Climb to the mountain’s top

Make them pay for our plight

Cut the tightrope, pull them downward,

This show will bring us equity.

In the circus of the righteous they’re all longing to behold:

Pain is timeless, pain is gold, every ticket will be sold

Grab the bastards, flay their bodies, cut right to the chase:

Let them suffer, let them beg, we will set them all ablaze.

Drench the curtain, torch the circus, raze it to the ground

Everybody will be burning, we will leave a mark profound