The Fall Of Canaryville

Welcome pilgrims we’ve seen villains
Marching eastward like reptilians
Steeples are crashing quaking from the aching
Crushed resistance waiting for the taking
Like fall every minute of your broken day
I bet you’re wide awake
Cause you know knife is better when it’s in the back
The fault is all we lack cause it’s not mine and again
We have come to confirm the radar echoing
We were wrong bury all the traitors