| Can you point us all to something to run from | |
| They're biting at our heels | |
| Can you point us all to something to run from | |
| And slay us if you will | |
| We soak our tattered shirts with our brothers' blood | |
| Instead of ringing out it clings to us | |
| The snares we set only trapped the dead | |
| And the chains never wash away they just sink further into the mud | |
| The tombstone to the casket | |
| All hell in a handbasket | |
| Pray the chains cut deep cut deep | |
| Ugh! | |
| Can we cast our demons out to sea (drowning the savagery) | |
| Punch our fists straight through the ceiling (yeah we'll take the heat) | |
| We suffer to the beat | |
| Then release our beasts ON THE STREETS | |
| We soak our tattered shirts with our brothers' blood | |
| Instead of ringing out it clings to us | |
| The snares we set only trapped the dead | |
| And the chains never wash away they just sink further into the mud | |
| Pray the chains cut deep cut deep | |
| Pray the stains sink deep sink deep | |
| WHAT WILL BE LEFT THAT IS NOT HELL'S | |
| WHEN WE'VE DESTROYED THE WORLD OURSELVES | |
| We destroyed the world ourselves | |
| Don't look back if you're gonna rebel | |
| Bring in the cavalry (bury your infantry) | |
| Prepare your graves, but don't stop | |
| Bring in the cavalry (bury your infantry) | |
| Prepare your graves, but don't stop | |
| Running. |