Stamp Of Credence

Here we sit in our decent dress
We destine the fate of countless masses
Our pens rule the mightiest swords
To lead we’re told — Our task is done
The endless hallways take all courage away.
The stamp of credence is given from our hands.
Shivering men bow before our desks.
Paperweight breaks every back.
A signature
Our task is done
A signature
This case is closed
A signature
Our task is done
A signature
This case is closed (x2)
No matter how hard you try to reach us.
These dark corridors will suck your energy.
We were there long before you.
And we will see you pass away.
We hold the power in our hands.
And we will never lose control.
We guard our heart so thoroughly (x6)
A signature
Our task is done
A signature
This case is closed
A signature
Our task is done
A signature
This case is closed