People Over Empire

They might prosper,
And we may starve,
But times are changing,
And the future is ours.

Stack your empire,
And build your walls,
While you still can cause,
Cause tomorrow we take it all. 

Everything is turning around,
Everybody’s making a sound.
We’re sick of living here on the ground. 

Small men falling,
While people rise,
Yeah time’s are shifting 
And the future is bright. 

So pull your wool,
Over open eyes,
And do your worst,
For the last time.

Cause everything is turning around,
Everybody’s making a sound.
We’re sick of living here on the ground.

Can you feel it?
Can you feel it? 
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it? 

People over Empire. 
People over Empire.

Sell your terror,
And plant your fear,
You may divide us,
But tomorrow is nearly here.

Run your numbers,
And rack your minds,
But you can’t stop us,
I can see it in every sign.

People over Empire. 
People over Empire.
People over Empire. 
People over Empire.
People over Empire. 
People over Empire.
People over Empire. 
People over Empire.