The blood is on our hands Burn... burn... burn... And we must bear the scars Suicides... the whole human race... we kill for the... and we will be slaughtered and die Die. Burn, Burn The blood is on our hands The societies grasping consciousness Until we go to our deaths Who thinks of the executioner of death? we stand guilty on everyones behalf On behalf of the human race, guilty before god AND WE WILL BE... Slaughtered by the executioner Lonely souls who conspire to Who thinks of the executioner Not the sick and... Not the sick and... And we must bear excuses too, were going down Blood and water humanitys big fallacy of heartlessness... By this evil and sin we stand before god and he must judge us AND WE WILL BE Slaughtered and die Slaughtered and die
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