Blegh Flip the script Now the boots on your neck It remains till I find who's next Let Go Of Me Blegh Dead weight, Oh your feet won't touch the ground Your neck will snap on impact What is done is returned

If God is unwilling… we kill god Burn it down Tear it all to the ground Barren kingdom of old Only ruins lie in the cold They said this place was made for us Only demons remain, in no God we trust Now the dominos fall We can't reverse our fate The candle's burned at both ends It is far too late In this city of rust I see the bones turn to dust Is this really what was destined for us It's useless to shed your tears We have no future here Now the dominos fall We can't reverse our fate The candle's burned at both ends It is far too late Your God of mercy and grace Is an ancient facade You said you built this place for us Why does it feel like there is no one watching over us It's overdue we made a change for us If God is unwilling We kill God We kill God (We Kill God) We've got a bullet with your name on it We've got a bullet with your name on it Nothing is eternal We've got a bullet with your name on it We've got a bullet with your name on it Everything dies Nothing is eternal

The vines feel the heartbeat of hatred Endure the wrath of your darling matron The fires of oppression burn right to the root You can't control the witches you couldn't burn This is the end (of everything) Of everything (you are to blame) You are to blame (you’ll answer to) Answer to the To the witches of the bayou Oh god no Up from the soil in the hatred she's covered Hell hath no rage like an unprepared mother Hanged from the branch of your plight and your plunder Hell hath no fury like a fucking mother Cut through the swamp to prove your power You have no pride you're a fucking coward This cycle goes around and around and around and Around and around and around and The blood on your hands leaves you cursed and marked You can never hide you'll be buried in the dark This is the end (of everything) Of everything (you are to blame) You are to blame (you’ll answer to) Answer to the To the witches of the bayou Oh god no Up from the soil in the hatred she's covered Hell hath no rage like an unprepared mother Hanged from the branch of your plight and your plunder Hell hath no fury like a fucking mother You can't control the witches you couldn't burn You can't control the witches you couldn't burn Eugh Bodies are not property

Eugh There’s no empathy, no respect You cry wolf with your foot upon my neck No perspective, no fucking spine How frail is your little thin blue line? Eugh How frail? Your colours don't run But your children do How many have to die to let this through No self worth, no self respect One day the noose will find your neck This noose You're no a hero, not a saviour Just an ignorant coward Put your hands up you fucking vermin Anger with intent is power Eugh Power Your colours don't run But your children do How many have to die to let this through No self worth, no self respect One day the noose will find your neck Get on the fucking ground Get up, Get up Get on the ground Get on the ground Eugh

I woke up in a state of dysfunction What am I doing here? I tried to make sense of it but I don't know who the fuck I am Is that a tree or a man Is that a turtle or a God Is this still the earth I walk Or have I crossed over My lips are cracked and bleeding As I tumble through the sand I see my queen at the shoreline My salvation lies with, with her with her with her with her with her with her with her Is that a tree or a man Is that a turtle or a god Is this still the earth I walk Or have I crossed over My lips are cracked and bleeding As I tumble through the sand I see my queen at the shoreline My salvation lies with, with her with her with her with her with her with her with her Nurturing this sunstroke Looking out at open water Not sure what's real or fake I hope I make it back someday Life is but a mirage I could really use some water Feel like I'm fading away Hope I make it back someday Nurturing this sunstroke Looking out at open water Not sure what's real or fake I hope I make it back someday Life is but a mirage I could really use some water Feel like I'm fading away Hope I make it back someday I hope I make it back I traverse this wasteland Searching for signs of life I tried to make sense of it but I don't know where the fuck I am Is that a tree or a man Is that a turtle or a god Is this still the earth I walk Or have I crossed over My lips are cracked and bleeding As I tumble through the sand I see my queen at the shoreline My salvation lies with, with her with her with her with her with her with her with her Ohh Hope I make it back Blegh