Begging for forgiveness and I don't know what I've done.
As you lay your hands upon me out of anger and resent.
Let's feed on corporate lies, deciding who lives and 
dies.
Do we really know what's at steak?
Burn my eyes; we claim their flesh.
How we execute to exist.
Your time will come
Listen to us
You reap what you sow
Last look at life through burning eyes.
Stamp the last breath out of me.
Trading torture for your pleasure, you capitalize on the 
weak.
The soul of the victim will never sleep.
They rape our mother, and kill one another.
Feed him his flesh murder another.
Your time will come
Listen to us
You reap what you sow
Innocent blood spilt, by the hands of the guilty.