Born Empty
Born Empty: Resisting Chains of Conformity and Embracing Freedom
Lyrics
Born empty with nothing to lose
Born into existence with nothing to lose
Given the illusion of the freedom to choose
Given the false sense of having choices and freedom
Taught to conform, taught how to behave
Trained to conform, instructed on how to behave
Then left to rot, threadbare and afraid
Abandoned to decay, left threadbare and frightened
No helping hands and no loving embrace
No support or affection, a life entrenched in shame
A bleak existence enmired in shame
Existence marked by bleakness and shame
On the horizon we see our fate
Our destiny is visible on the horizon
Nothingness, futility
Emptiness and a sense of futility
Forced onward, everything to lose
Forced to move forward, risking everything
Burdened with confusion, all our progress a ruse
Burdened by confusion, realizing progress is deceptive
We climbed the mountain, climbed out of our graves
Overcame challenges, emerged from despair
We rose from ashes and we are not afraid
Rose from adversity, unafraid
No fucking masters, no gods, and no kings
Rejecting authority, gods, and kings
Won’t bow my head, I won’t kiss any rings
Refusing submission, rejecting symbols of power
Your time is ending, we know your names
Aware of the impending end, knowing the oppressors
Armageddon
Symbolic reference to a catastrophic event
We sharpen our blades
Preparing for confrontation and resistance
No masters, no gods, no kings
Rejecting masters, gods, and kings
No helping hands and no loving embrace
Reiterating the lack of support and affection
A bleak existence enmired in shame
Existence marked by bleakness and shame
On the horizon our legion assembles
Building a collective force on the horizon
“The ruling classes tremble”
Quoting a statement reflecting fear from ruling classes
No fucking masters, no gods, and no kings
Rejecting authority, gods, and kings (repeated)
Won’t bow my head, I won’t kiss any rings
Refusing submission, rejecting symbols of power (repeated)
Your kingdom is rotten, putrid, and depraved
Describing the decay and depravity of the ruling kingdom
On our blades we carve your names
Carving the names of oppressors on blades as a symbol of resistance
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