Thermidor

Lyrics

Black misery Conflict and negotiations, nothing left to feed my family Black misery Pestilence and harvests lost, monarchs never count the cost Hostages to higher lifestyles Humans cannot live this way, no choice for the Third Estate No choice for the meek With conspiracies you raise yourselves to trample us to dust No future for the weak To watch while you avail yourselves of what belongs to us Of what belongs to us