Stamp Of Credence

Here we sit in our descent dress

We destine this 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

(No matter how hard you try 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