fit for an autopsy - heads will hang lyrics
death’s breath on the back of our neck. the bitter taste of blood, flowing in floods
consuming all the rations, neglect is a crime of p-ssion
i don’t believe we’ve earned our keep or deserve this peace, self centered catastrophes
armies of fools will fall. nights of no end. writing on the wall
war is now the will of your god. the prophets hands are stained
war is now the will of your god. heads will hang
all hail the antiheroes. life reduced to ones and zeros. expand and expire. voices of reason retire
the threat is real, when you can feel the pain they feel. the writing’s on the wall
war is now the will of your god. the prophets hands are stained
war is now the will of your god. heads will hang
soul seller. fortune teller. plague bearer
the fog won’t lift. these comforts are counterfeit. the kings of shame stretch the divide
the pieces never fit. first world counterfeits. the great collapse now justified
peace is merely a gift for the privileged, safeguarded from the pain
this indifference is paid in blood. all hands our stained
the grip of oppression tightens the noose, but when they kick out the chair, heads will hang
war is now the will of your god
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