Hallowed Halls, Broken Knees

They march through hallowed halls, through depths profound,
With lofty ideals, swearing they’ll never bow down.
Yet they have read your hunger, they have traced your fear,
And with those chains, they’ll break your stride—
Till on your knees, your silence redefined.
Drowned in the flood of their collusion,
A willing hand in the filth you once defied.