Raging iconoclast, nothing gold will last
With each step taken and life claimed they become the very thing they hate
That hate sustains and feeds and breathes
The chains must be broken, these chains will be broken
We won't heed their gods, we won't seek their flaws as reason for what's been done
As we imbibe that which was given, as we intake what was then denied we'll become the hands and they the tools
The tools will be broken