Buy their time Give them to me Rip out their eyes Cut off their hands And make them pay Reanimate Strike them down Take what's theirs Scorch the Earth Stay starving Off with their heads Break their will And melt their precious goods Until they're still Why can't you see it Your power, it breaks Your conscience is futile When you're not thinking Loose as a cannon Brittle as glass Your filthy induction With blood on your hands