(Fallon, Gaster, Maines, Sult)

We have been waiting and it has begun

So humble thyself, and hold thy tongue

We have been waiting and it has begun

Prostrate yourself, your time has come

We have been waiting and it has begun

Look boldly, look boldly, look boldly on

We have been waiting and it has begun

So humble thyself, and hold thy tongue

Knelt at the crossroads, knelt at the leather bound pew

Felt the pain of labor, and of sons overdue

In full submission we are reborn

We are the ploughshare, and yet we are the sword

We'll thresh the psyche and till the pride

Distill the blood, proclaim the gun divine

Damn the foul ego, praise the promised swarm

We are the ploughshare, and yet we are the sword

So we're lock, stock, and barrel

Hook, line, and sinker

Your freedom was your master

And your liberties the flint for

A double barrel sunrise, a double standard land

You gave birth to the baby, but put a gun into its hands

So the fruits of your labors have fermented into wine

And the sweat that was dripped is now the honey of the hive

The city is a burning sun and we are blooming flowers

The fire, the flame, the passion, the power

Too little, too late

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