Take a walk on the street On your lowly peasant feet Walk 10 miles more To find what's in store When the houses get big and the sidewalks disappear Veiled are castles built on blood and fear I have no solutions, other than vengeance and death Brainwashed to revere Macbeth Forget forgiveness, easy as one breath My wrought wrath grind their castles with gore And build my castle with their blood bore For peasants to walk one cycle more