Heads Will Hang

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 passion

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

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 threat is real

When you can feel the pain they feel

The writings 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)

(Soul seller) The fog won't lift

(Fortune teller) These comforts are counterfeit

(Plague bearer) The kings of shame stretch the divide

(Soul seller) The pieces never fit

(Fortune teller) First world counterfeits

(Plague bearer) 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 are stained

The grip of oppression tightens the noose

But when they kick out the chair

Heads will hang

Heads will hang

War is now the will of your God

War is now the will of your God