Here they are, the wicked
A panic floods the fields
Deliverance, unthinkable
They play their part, performing oh so well
With empty cores they carry on
A twisted soul, an apparition
Born of a beastly brand
They butcher purposely
Just have the sense to run away
Scream at the sky and beg
Beg for a reason he would allow this
Look to the sky and say
We would be better off without this
Who would allow this
We've never felt alive
But none of us can die
Just when we want to
We're stuck in this disguise
With leather skin, these eyes
Designed to haunt you, haunt you
But do we haunt you
Scream at the sky and beg
Beg for a reason he would allow this
Look to the sky and say
We would be better off without this
Who would allow this
From the other side (x8)
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