| Song | Echelons To Molotovs |
| Artist | The Human Abstract |
| Album | Nocturne |
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| 作曲 : Ells, Human Abstract ... | |
| Standing, strong and tall. | |
| Outside hear their call. | |
| Tear down the wall, upper echelon, blackest of them all. | |
| Tear down the wall, sold us into sorrow. | |
| 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 masters voice, | |
| The scales offset without a choice. | |
| Debts of the spirit. | |
| Tear down the wall, upper echelon, blackest of them all. | |
| Tear down the wall, sold us into sorrow. | |
| Tear down the wall, you love to watch the weaker ones crawl. | |
| No chance of your own conscience turning the tide. |
| zuo qu : Ells, Human Abstract ... | |
| Standing, strong and tall. | |
| Outside hear their call. | |
| Tear down the wall, upper echelon, blackest of them all. | |
| Tear down the wall, sold us into sorrow. | |
| 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 masters voice, | |
| The scales offset without a choice. | |
| Debts of the spirit. | |
| Tear down the wall, upper echelon, blackest of them all. | |
| Tear down the wall, sold us into sorrow. | |
| Tear down the wall, you love to watch the weaker ones crawl. | |
| No chance of your own conscience turning the tide. |
| zuò qǔ : Ells, Human Abstract ... | |
| Standing, strong and tall. | |
| Outside hear their call. | |
| Tear down the wall, upper echelon, blackest of them all. | |
| Tear down the wall, sold us into sorrow. | |
| 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 masters voice, | |
| The scales offset without a choice. | |
| Debts of the spirit. | |
| Tear down the wall, upper echelon, blackest of them all. | |
| Tear down the wall, sold us into sorrow. | |
| Tear down the wall, you love to watch the weaker ones crawl. | |
| No chance of your own conscience turning the tide. |