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Let the monarchs fall and feel whats been tearing us apart Far from the greed, Far from the wealth In a city where we're drowning in our own filth Imperialistic walls of statuesque like infamy Are just illusions that you hide behind And rely on oh so desperately to breathe Bow down to no ones feet We're all equally diseased From the kings in the hills to the beggars in swill We're drowning From this currency creating ranks To the poor in the drunken tanks From the grave to the gutter We're no better than each other We're drowning collectively I can't bear the sight of this city anymore The kings in their thrones, collecting their bones Famine and greed all wash ashore Sweeping the land, taking lives by storm Who will be there to hold up your head When the sickness spreads leaving everyone dead I can see what future holds This is the end From Letras Mania