From the sky we'd never touch the ground Why dare to shovel dreams that we have found Tired of being gagged and bound
The hierarchy, the hierarchy you search for (x3)
The taste of bitter fruit
Your tongue was ready
You thought your sense astute
You saw us laugh while we
Were crying inside
Spittin blood just like a mudslide
It's time to chance
Chance the dance you never
Thought you could do
My arms are open wide,
A great bayoux
And I hope that so are you
When this hierarchy, the hierarchy you search for (it happens) The hierarchy the hierarchy we search for (that's the) The hierarchy the monarchy's going to fall, and you want more, for?