Standing strong and tall, outside hear their call:   "Tear down the wall, upper echelon, blackest of them all"   Sold us into sorrow, you love to watch the weaker ones crawl   Don't pity our cause for the laws you've disowned   Pagan prophecy has come to be   Thrown molotovs mark the fall of a throne   And dead philosophy, we're not to be owned      Paid slaves heed to the master's voice "Get back to work"   The scales offset without a choice: debts of the spirit      T"Tear down the wall, upper echelon, blackest of them all"   Sold us into sorrow, you love to watch the weaker ones crawl      Paid slaves heed to the master's voice "Get back to work"   The scales offset without a choice: debts of the spirit      Tear down the wall, upper echelon, blackest of them all   Sold us into sorrow, you love to watch the weaker ones crawl      No chance of your own conscience turning the tide