We've come prepared Suspending all benevolence You've bathed in arrogance Our retribution we will bring She flies on unforgiving wings Your children in Heaven shall weep and grieve As holy gates open and nothing leaves So down the cattle chute you will move And die for him who's died for you Blinded by our pride we've missed the signs We now beg of you, Lord, hear our cries The scars you've made altered the plan Our end will never be ushered by man So down the cattle chute you will move And the burden of Earth will be removed You are quarantined to the abyss With all life forms deleterious You have lost all that you will ever lose Your request to be saved by God, refused Blinded by our pride we've missed the signs We now beg of you, Lord, hear our cries