Keep your hands in the fucking sky.
I'm not a killer but I don't need this.
What the hell were you thinking?
I get a feeling the world won't miss you at all.
I have seen the death you bring
With your blatant refusal to listen
Keep your head on the fucking ground
I 'm no killer but I won't miss you at all
(No I won't miss you at all)
So run, run... Into this desert that you've been creating and lacing with corpses.
Cry, cry... Empty your eyes of the souls lost on violence that you've been endorsing.
Don't try to hide; I know just who you are.
The shame is the same if you look away.
Don't try to hide; I know just who you are.
I know you cry for each strike of the line.
I don't feel different, I feel the same,
Think of all the selfish games you play,
Karma's coming back as a razor blade on top of the evil and the ace of spades.
Time machine's built and things have changed
From the top to the bottom be engulfed in flames
Rebels will revolt again, and the beast from the east will grow it's fangs.
See after life, you'll be alright in the afterlife and you'll eat from the fork of the pastor's wife.
All the whips and the chains you bring will be the same ones that will break you down.
Lions will strike, you'll hear them roar.
Laying on your back and the birds will soar.
All you'll see is the sky and roses grow from the tears you cry.
So beauty's in the death of the wicked and it seems like it's coming as depicted.
Sad with the curse you were given, but I smile as my eyes bear witness to the end.
I cannot be the only one
Who perpetually sees an issue
With the way that we behave
In civilized society.
You're alive today, but this is not the way
Hold your hands in the fucking sky.
I'm not a killer but my peace of mind
Relies on all these eyes
Telling me they approve of my life.
I have seen the death you bring...
With your blatant refusal to see
Jump the ledge to the fucking ground.
I'm not a killer but I won't miss you at all.
(No I won't miss you at all)
So run, run... Into this desert that you've been creating and lacing with corpses.
Cry, cry... Empty your eyes of the souls lost on violence that you've been endorsing.
Don't try to hide; I know just who you are.
The shame is the same if you look away.
Don't try to hide; I know just who you are.
I know you cry for each strike of the line.
I won't miss you at all