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 creep 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 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