the Helpless Demand

from Enchained by Bong Coffin

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you shall toil
as you were made to do
fulfil your place
in the higher plan

work the line
till the field
march and die
for gilded men

bring me the anvil
on which oppression is forged
let them drown
else be dragged down too

so demands the helpless
victims of putrid fate
heed their words
and a new world awaits

visions of change
whispers from the mist
storm the manor
and burn the wheel

but what comes next
who shall take the reigns
shall freedom truly rest
or be usurped again

bring me the anvil
on which oppression is forged
let them drown
else be dragged down too

so demand the helpless
victims of putrid fate
heed their words
and a new world awaits

do not stand idle
change waits for none
you must keep your vigil
eternal for all you have won

so demand the helpless
changers of the way
hear their cry
and tear the old world away

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from Enchained, released March 1, 2022

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