For the thousands of souls Rest in tournament And the thousands of those yet to fall How much longer must we persist Stack their bodies Masquerade and defecate the innocent For your own self advancement We reside in a land of guiltless fate Where the blood soaks our hands Choking false ideals unto dismemberment Now's the time Crunch your hopes inside your skull To welcome this sense of digress I tear you limb from limb As I tear you, you from this As I tear you apart You think you could try to escape A pile of guts you'll remain A pile of guts you'll remain A pile of guts you'll remain Obliterated by the rules of engagement