[instrumental]
An inevitable public triumph of the downtrodden is of necessity to a world of ineffectual inhabitants, each one of whom is a monarch of dreams incarcerated in a prison of flesh; and each one of whom is distressed no less by the indifference of nature to his plight, than by the irrelevance of those social orderings he casts into existence
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
