Galt Aureus - The Cavalcade lyrics

Every line is a dirge, of ashes to dust, a cavalcade at the point of a gun. Every line is a perjury, down the throat to your lust, and everything else they'll starve you of. And the one pa**es on to the many headed tyrant. And the one becomes just one more head of the hydra. In the dark or the sun, the scaffold in front, a cavalcade at the point of a gun, You rot in the dirt, returned to the earth, from which you were an immaculate still birth. With every man for his brother, comes hell and high water: a short drop, d**hlike sentence on acceptance.