Ballad of Mr. Gachot

You should've tasted the sweetest part of irony

When you tried to place your hate on me

I know it's hard for you to breathe while drowning in shallows

Thoughts of envy, we'll humour your insecurities 

And protect you from the sky at night

Don't think we won't forget your words until our hearts are realised



You watch darkness creeping in fear

Sit back and watch without a care



Today we stand apart from what you've made

To dismantle, to disarm

To tear apart what they've made

We'll never surrender; out black hearts will carry on

No matter what you say, 

No matter what you do, no 

Matter what we go through



We'll never surrender; out black hearts will carry on

No matter what you say, 

No matter what you do, no 

Matter what we go through



We will not give up our dreams or feel threatened by you

I will decide what's best for me and not be persuaded by you

I'd die before I give into pressure put here by you

I'd die before I give into pressure put here by you