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 creeping 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'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
 I'd die before I give into pressure put here by you