Lyrics Day Sixteen: The Iconflict - Trap Them

Day Sixteen: The Iconflict

Where they cast the cults
Was where we dropped our walking sticks
And we bit the suits of armor draped
On every boneless body bound stripped and singed
So ride us in
All they ever had to say was
«Madam/sir, please take care of the ones
That never set a swollen foot out of this town
And got baked alive by the sun.»
They had set their working clothes out
On the cardboard beds in the shacks and stands
That paid the rent of a million wealths
While they pissed out all the demands
So here we are above your grandest plans on trace
And on call with our youngest firestarters
Lighting the rags in the alcohol
Ignitor, this is where they left you
Celebrator, this is where they leave us
Let’s see how long you drink to the narcotized brethren
That provide all your elixir
We shaped a color to deem your charge
And it fit you well and it hit its mark
We fed the mouths that you shut
For fear of the lobes that heard what they had to list
About subtle robs and unnoticed acts
In the stores of the poor where will has prolapsed
Warning hauled through the open air
In your solid circle of well placed barricades
You had time to shelter your collected owns
And fall back steady on righteous roles you play
So here we are, so here we’ve been
So here is where we brand ourselves as the epidemics begin
Here we hold the blackout rains the refusal hymns
The death of praise and the rise of sins
Here we leave our harm as we raise our arms to the march
And we fill the rafts all soured and ashed
With the last of of the killing yards