The Vault 72 Orchestra: Dreamt of Walls That'd Collapse and Fires That'd Spread


what would it be like
if we were not here anymore?
the cold walls we've kept up all these years would fall
and nothing could stop them from falling
no one could stop the fires that'd spread
'cause we'd be their mistakes!
'cause we'd be their mistakes!
no more camps for those unable to pay!
no more funerals for the ones that fell away!
no more parades!
no more parades for the ones sacrificing us
over and over again!
only hell left for those who created it
to celebrate our misery!
they celebrate our misery
and everything is fucked over!
there's nowhere to go, nothing to do
but cry and get fucked over!