Hung high
For all to see, let their peers be the judges of this travesty
No discourse
No trial for them, our suffering bread by their contempt
Unsettled
Our score
Unending
Their pain
Divided on either side, no words left to justify


Cut out their fucking tongues
Force fed their paper god
Burning ink, fills their lungs
Their cries our call card(x2)

Burning bridges
Burning bodies

The sky was meant to fall, this hell built for us all
The light that was promised us
Was fools gold(x2)

Abandon all hope

When the last gasp is ripped from their dying lungs
We will find our home
We will find our peace
When the last gasp is ripped from their dying lungs

Burning bridges, burning bodies
Vacant gods, vacant home(x2)

I watched
The uncertainty creep in, I witnessed "signs and wonders"
All telling of the end(x2)
Unsettled
Our score
Unending, their pain
Divided on either side
No man left to deify