This burning inside of my thoughts
Leads me, to poor out my lungs
I see visions of a new day, a new year, a new life
What the f** have I become?
And for whatever reason my hands are covered in blood
This city is ours and we will slit from ear to ear
The carriage held for just ourselves, and immortality
Calamity is my staircase, and double negatives
I'm a keepsake, I can't understand a word you say
Present your case, although your sentence has been determined
Has been determined
With hate in our hearts, and blood in our eyes
This is where we hold them, this is where they die
With hate in our hearts, and blood in our eyes
We build pyramids, and flatten cities
In the names of gods, no longer praised
This is where we hold them, this is where they die
This is where we hold them, this is where they die