[Verse 1]
Great migrations, all empires must fall
Obsolescence brings us to distant shores
And the wax dripping down the scrolls seals my fate

[Chorus]
You've got my back against the wall
Firing squad, nothing is from sweat and blood
Wish I could taste your grace now

[Verse 2]
Read me stories written by the dead
Allegories of promises not kept
Feed me lies to keep my strength up

[Chorus]
You've got my back against the wall
Firing squad, nothing is from sweat and blood
Wish I could taste your grace now

[Chorus]
You've got my back against the wall
Firing squad, nothing is from sweat and blood
Wish I could taste your grace now