Bring out your dead

Bring me their heads

An execution is at hand

These are you false prophets selling you Armageddon

These are the ones who are telling you that you are safe

These are the ones who are taking your life away

Day by day we cleanse the world of evil

Yet, the blood is still on our hands

Buried beneath the prayers of dead men

And when there's nothing left

There will be no one left to peel the guilt from our backs

A flaw so fatal to our own survival

Failure in the flesh

Day by day we cleanse the world of evil

Yet, the blood is still on our hands