Mustard Gas

Here they are; the wicked

A panic floods the fields

Deliverance; unthinkable

They play their part, performing oh so well

With empty cores they carry on

"A twisted soul"

"An apparition"

Born of a beastly brand

They butcher purposely

(Just have the sense to run away)

Scream at the sky and beg

Beg for a reason he would allow this

Look to the sky and say

We would be better off without this

Who would allow this?

We've never felt alive

But none of us will lie

Just when we want to

We're stuck in this disguise

This leather skin; with eyes

Designed to haunt you

But do we haunt you?

Scream at the sky and beg

Beg for a reason he would allow this

Look to the sky and say

We would be better off without this

Who would allow this?

From the other side

From the other side

From the other side

From the other side

From the other side

From the other side

From the other side

From the other side