Imperial March Ringtones

Be wary of the silver-tongued serpents As they spin a tale of past glory That never was They weave their yarn as you march to the front Raw material, in tyrants' palms Lure us, with the greatness of the past Obscure our sight with ash-tinted glass Lure us, with the greatness of the past Obscure our sight with ash-tinted glass Subservient to the negligent Lay their soot-strewn path to power Satiate the conglomerate Scalе its cannon fodder to your pyre Subservient to the negligent Lay their soot-strewn path to power Satiate the conglomerate Scalе its cannon fodder to your pyre Kingmaker, of tyrants Apathy bеgets their violence Kingmaker, of tyrants Apathy begets their violence Kingmaker, of tyrants Apathy bеgets their violence Kingmaker, of tyrants Apathy begets their violence Bow down to cinder Bow down to cinder Bow down to cinder Bow down Subservient to the negligent Lay their soot-strewn path to power Satiate the conglomerate Scale its cannon fodder to your pyre Subservient to the negligent Lay their soot-strewn path to power Satiate the conglomerate Scale its cannon fodder to your pyre

March, march to my own drum March, march to my own drum Hey, hey, I'm an army of one Oh, I'm an army of one March, march to my own drum March, march to my own drum Hey, hey, I'm an army of one Oh, I'm an army of one Brenda's packin' heat 'cause she don't like Mondays Underpaid teacher policin' the hallways Print yourself a weapon and take it to the gun range (Ah, cut the shit, you ain't goin' to the gun range) Standin' with Emma and our sons and daughters Watchin' our youth have to solve our problems I'll follow them, so who's comin' with me? (Half of you love me, half already hate me) March, march to my own drum March, march to my own drum Hey, hey, I'm an army of one Oh, I'm an army of one March, march to my own drum March, march to my own drum Hey, hey, I'm an army of one Oh, I'm an army of one Tell the ol' boys in the white bread lobby What they can and can't do with their bodies Temperatures are risin', cities are sinkin' (Ah, cut the shit, you know your city is sinkin') Lies are truth and truth is fiction Everybody's talkin', who's gonna listen? What the hell happened in Helsinki? March, march to my own drum March, march to my own drum Hey, hey, I'm an army of one Oh, I'm an army of one March, march to my own drum March, march to my own drum Hey, hey, I'm an army of one Oh, I'm an army of one

Oh la la, Shaz Gyal your pumpum tight é ou ja sav sa kay fèt tonight Ou ja voyé mwen foto sa dodu kon dune désert Dubaï Gyal ou ni an koukoun impérial (sa bel, sa royal) Sa pa dokaz, sa poko jwenn an séri kal (sa nèf maga) Ou di mwen fok man dous' mè fok man fèw kan menm mal Lè man ké fini épi'w ou ké mandé moun si sa nowmal Ou vini pou an punani burial (punani, punani) Pa kouwi, rétéw chéwi ou di mwen baw li an manniè byen brital (eh-eh-eh) Man ké fè'w tonbé di kabann èk tonbé love, èk tonbé love Man ké fè'w tonbé di kabann èk tonbé love, èk tonbé love She say she want the bamboo She want fi try the stunt she notice weh she can do So me ask she if she ready fi the sample Then she climb instead, she jump on like a trampoline Bend your back deh, that's de angle Skin smooth, wonder if that's why me like you Every time she step, you know the gyal a shine too God a give them eyes to watch, but you are mine, boo Hmm hmm them know She nah fi give it easy 'Mount a boy deh try fi tease she But she no hard fi get She just want the perfect one, she don't want no regrets From me walk in a she life, she tell me, "Swan, don't play with it" Introduce me to she fam, because them nah fi share with it Keep she close deh like me Glock, a everyday me there with it When she ready fi the touch, she get the candles, blazing it In the bed you know she nah no lazy freak Ou vini pou an punani burial Pa kouwi, rétéw chéwi ou di mwen baw li an manniè byen brital Man ké fè'w tonbé di kabann èk tonbé love, èk tonbé love Man ké fè'w tonbé di kabann èk tonbé love, èk tonbé love Ou pli sexy an vré ki anlè IG (pon di IG, pon di IG) Ou inosant' dapréw mè dé ziéw pa ka manti Ou ni laj pou sa, man ja vérifyé I.D. (the I.D.) Ou poko menm bo mwen ou di mwen "fuck mi my g" Okay an nou koké gyal Mè fok ou sav kan menm kè man pa pon boug fasil (gyal) Koukoun pa ka rann mwen frajil (Hey) Kon dènyé smartphone gyal fout ou taktil (hmm) An sé nouvo sextoy ou, mè san pil (hmm-hmm) Ou pé fè kay ou la presqu'île (hmm) Avec ou sans textile (yeah) Koké versatile (han) my gyal Ou vini pou an punani burial Pa kouwi, rétéw chéwi ou di mwen baw li an manniè byen brital Man ké fè'w tonbé di kabann èk tonbé love, èk tonbé love (eh-eh-eh) Man ké fè'w tonbé di kabann èk tonbé love, èk tonbé love (eh-eh-eh) Yow, Swan alongside Kalash you know, madness Oh la la, Shaz Gyal your pumpum tight é ou ja sav sa kay fèt tonight Ou ja voyé mwen foto sa dodu kon dune désert Dubaï Gyal ou ni an koukoun impérial Sa pa dokaz, sa poko jwenn an séri kal Come in a me room and sit down No worry 'bout me gyal, me from the Beetham Bad man me know straight Every day, you know, me dawg strap with the damn pan drum Me no business, she wants a G in a she life Oh my girl, the riddim just done, but me might take you around the world fi fun Ten point, me do it right now

Slow, we paddle through the lake Straight to the very center Of the darkest water Where we can embrace The shadows on the surface The eyes that look up lifeless From our twins below And though your arms and legs are under Love will be the echo in your Ears, when all is lost and plundered My love will be there still True, it's chilling to behold Up close we stumble backwards Laughing in our boat 'til The image sinks away To someplace far but certain A land of new suspension Where someday we must go And though your arms and legs are under Love will be the echo in your Ears, when all is lost and plundered My love will be there still Though your arms and legs are under Love will be the echo in your Ears, when all is lost and plundered My love will be there still

Imprints of man Round silver creation Value established Society elated Dismantled And distilling For man rots Again and again and again Systemic golden blood The intoxicating dream Promises for prosperity Rotted futures Man holds his breath Rotted futures Business as usual Program! Behold the future! Behold the future! Behold the future! Behold the future! Behold the future! Behold the future! Behold the future! Behold the future! A thousand years A thousand eyes Desperation of man Fear the future Imprints of men Round silver creation Value established Society elated Alas, the eclipsing hour Where our fear turns to profit Lithium to hydrogen In an atomic age of decimation

Towering altars of gluttony Violators of heaven divine And here we all stand Begging for autonomy Craving for decency Everything is for sale We live in the applause of the gods Gasping for culture Everyone is for sale Gaze upon the borzois Hunting in the gilt bronze And gleaming black marble You will never belong Mother of exiles New Colossus Capital sensation Neuer Kolos For a small fee НОВОЙ КОЛОС Welcome to New York The same hell (la meme chose) Woe Spare us, oh lightning god We came for more And stayed for less A brave new world The same old suffering Again misery prospers Oh, what a world