Race For The Gallows

Dark alleys, gas light haze

Smog riddled sinners in a gloomy maze

This is the decade of us sordid sons

We keep the devil from the streets, have justice done

Filth riddled dreadful air

In every nook and crevice lures the devil's snare

A proper captain needs his sordid sons

To keep the devil from the streets, have justice done

No splendor, no praise

The chosen hides his face

What inglorious display

When the sordid son breaks your sordid ways

The foul mob claim sin for sin

Every rotten urge seems to exist within

This is the decade of us sordid sons

We keep the devil from the streets, have justice done

A sick tree bears poison fruit

The sordid son kills the sickened root

We rid the shadow of each wicked witch

We chase the devil from the devilish twitch

Crook and sinners, debauched lot

Dispatched from being by the righteous knots we tie

Decree by decree a burden upon us

Shunned, twisted debris

They all drift towards us like moths drawn to flame

A fatal attraction towards death and shame

A race for the gallows by a pitiful pack

To join their brothers atop the sordid son's rack

Bystard by bastard perish to show

Their gullible brothers who watch from bellow

That sin has its price and the price has its toll

Paid by hangman and judges with a piece of their souls

So...

This is the decade of us sordid sons

We keep the devil from the streets have justice done

You must know this is the decade of us sordid sons

We keep the devil from the streets have justice done

You've got a sickened tree bearing poisoned fruits

So stomp it dead beneath your sordid boot

There is no rest for shaking hands

Eternal servants to the crowd's demands

You know an ordered prospeous happy kind

Need their bastard sons and their sordid minds

See the devil hides behind many a guise

And you can't be certain until the subject dies

All shun the bastard son of law

Disposable justice whore

Bastard son

All shun the bastard son

No one, the bastard son

Filthy

Unclean

Bastard son of law