we are fallen gods
resigned our dead end jobs
o prospect of a raise
there's no future in grace
all the hours without a break
with no progress just red tape
each and every plan we've tried
was dismissed and crucified
was dismissed and crucified
lords of men
when we
shredding all the evidence
resigned to be a man
realised
caught with sin underneath the nails
why you'd not given in
we are fallen gods
redundant managers
they were sad to let us go
how's it feel now on your own?
destiny and the plan
D.N.A. makes the man
or believe in chaos
least with that you've got a choice
at least with that you've got a choice
we are fallen gods
resigned to our loss
how's it feel
you're on your own