Thieves 歌词

Thieves Taking what is wrongfully theirs All to be accepted in the modern world Too scared, to right, the wrong We cower amongst ourselves Viewed as slaves to the powerful Corrupted from day one Their machines thrive on Stealing from those with nothing to lose Waiting until the iron fist punishes Or until we've paid our mortal toll Spare from their web of deceit Treachery will always run deep, amongst the thieves