Up for the dead
Blood-thirsty rulers are bred
Rising up their dreams of hell
Are waiting for you
Their words will cut you in two
KILLING ‒ HE JUST KEEPS KILLING
"Save us," they're screaming
As death's hand is weaving
Stitching, quickly killing all
For reasons unknown
They quickly slice to the bone
BLEEDING ‒ THEY JUST KEEP BLEEDING
This power stripe upon my arm
Is what my world is running on
So hide your head or join the dead
A place you all will soon be led
Come with me child, I'll do you no harm
As I violently am clenching her arm
There is no stopping
The bodies are rotting
Piling up the graves a mass
Are waiting to spew ‒ they're being dug out for you
DYING ‒ THEY JUST KEEP DYING
Their cynical laughter
Is what we are after
Coming from the mouth of hell
Is turning to dust
Their cities crumble in rust
BODIES ‒ THEY'RE JUST DEAD BODIES
This power stripe upon my arm
Is what my world is running on
So hide your head or join the dead
A place you all will soon be led
Come with me child, I'll do you no harm
As I violently am clenching her arm
Gasoline injection into the vein
Starvation, millions of dead are on their way
We could really care less for your lives
We'll gas you, shoot you, stab you with a knife
And if you think you're going to escape
We'll cut you down, like weeds at the gate
Laughing at you loudly as you die
Your wounds bleed profusely, say goodbye
Goodbye!
They dictate and you live your lives
BODIES ON BODIES
A stagnant state, a stench of hell
BODIES ON BODIES
A place of death ‒ for you!
These dying people
Screaming for their lives
Sadistic killers
Ignoring all their cries
Ruling party
You will see their death
Millions of souls
You have taken their breath
Science projects, should we kill the rest?
Tell us quickly, which way's the best?
In the end you will be no more
Your nation crumbling, slam the door
BODIES ON BODIES ON BODIES ON BODIES
Massive graves retain their stench
BODIES ON BODIES ON BODIES ON BODIES
Lifeless skeletons wear their flesh
They dictate and you live your lives
BODIES ON BODIES
Never leaving until you die
BODIES ON BODIES
A stagnant state, a stench of hell
BODIES ON BODIES
A place of death ‒ for you!
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