Leather boots pound against the wet asphalt
The night is cold and dark, and the air is thin
I don't move, I don't dare blink
I know that the end is in sight and the enemy now has a face
I don't mean to be laughing aloud in public okay
But doesn't this seem like a sick joke some kind of god would play
Send me back to the void from whence I came
I'd rather be dead than live alive on this sick plane again
I'm watching paths of falling stars again
It's that as good as it's gonna' get
Newspeak breeds unpeople, it all goes to shit
Fighting forest fires with cans full of piss
We've had enough
We'll reach back in the tomes of old
There we will find ritual sacrifice
Soaked in blood, this world so cold
No, you're not men, you're all cowards
So we'll treat you as such
And we'll string you up by your entrails in the public
Eyes will all witness with elation
The sheer terrors your family will suffer
As they realize that the crowd is upon them all now
Through storied rituals of old
Purge till clear