Primal uprising

Ages spent in agony, hanging by a thread.
Justice, pride, smoked out with a hail of lead.
Generations turned to dust, leaders selling souls.
Pinned down, gunned down, against the wall.
Politics stuffed down the drain, situation grim
Outnumbered, living past, chances always dim.
Despite this all, the people will not fall.

Will not fall

Standing tall

Against the wall

Let it go, deny your soul!
Brutal means to take control!
Frontline hostility!
Mutiny without mercy!

Primal
Primal
Primal
Its the primal uprising!
Primal
Primal
Primal
Start the primal uprising!

No more demise compromise to the bloated lies.
Pawns become kings, tearing down the towers crown.

Then arrived the time when the mass flooded down
Upon the oppressors hid in their lair.
Raided everything owned by the pigs
whose pains they all had to bare.
But once the table was turned
and the mass commenced with its ploy.
They were only repeating history
the swines were out to destroy.