The Submerged Tenth by Ampere Lyrics
Monuments for tyrants, mass graves for the repressed
We've inherited a wasteland, a kingdom half-ablaze, in ruins
From the margins, we choose to reject stasis, "success" our failure: to accept defeat, to give up our ideals
We're foreigners in our own countries & we have nothing more to lose
Fanning the embers of discontent, we'll write our own histories
Call us what you will
And, carrying no flags, we, carving our own niche, will throw back in your teeth all that you claim as truth
We've inherited a wasteland, a kingdom half-ablaze, in ruins
From the margins, we choose to reject stasis, "success" our failure: to accept defeat, to give up our ideals
We're foreigners in our own countries & we have nothing more to lose
Fanning the embers of discontent, we'll write our own histories
Call us what you will
And, carrying no flags, we, carving our own niche, will throw back in your teeth all that you claim as truth