• we are collared in copper
    the monster shimmers silently, in pain
    The industry of tradition is disparaged
    Only the Walmarts are untouched

    The monster shimmers silently, in pain
    The irony grows like a bloodpool
    Only the Walmarts are untouched
    And it doesn't really matter

    The irony grows like a bloodpool
    It creeps through empty streets
    And it doesnt really matter
    The soldiers march through the city

    It creeps through the empty streets
    It always seeks to destroy us
    The soldiers march through the city
    searching for an excuse

    It always seeks to destroy us
    the industry of tradition is disparaged
    Searching for an excuse,
    we are collared in copper