Futurewretch

For the pelf
For the hoard
Tear through the lucre and the estate
For the rate
For what's due
Waning, the twilight of our control.

The Futurewretch
Burn down, leave nothing for the sea

The Futurewretch
Dry bones and ashes, our final deed

The butchers bill
Goes unpaid
Nothing to swallow, just dust to accrue
The molten coast engulfs the vale
Turned out and naked for all to see

The Futurewretch
Burn down, leave nothing for the sea

The Futurewretch
Dry bones and ashes, our final deed



Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Sewell
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