Diggin Up Hatchets

We're diggin’ up hatchets today

And sharpening the blades

In case, a stitch of hope remains

In this hell that we've raised

Hey! We're witnessing the waking of the dead

We’re ripping all the wires from our heads

We're pumping all the poison from our veins

And scrubbing out these wicked stains

We're burying mercy and grace

In unmarked shallow graves

Today, the piper must be paid

For the tune that he played

Hey! We're witnessing the waking of the dead

We're ripping all the wires from our heads

We're pumping all the poison from our veins

And scrubbing out these wicked stains

Hey! We're witnessing the waking of the dead

We're ripping all the wires from our heads

We’re pumping all the poison from our veins

And scrubbing out these wicked stains

Let us pause and be thankful for this evening

And the fact that we are breathing

Maybe living has a meaning after all

There’s a plan for us lunatics and liars

We have faulty gears and wires

They can't save us, but they’ll do the best they can

Let us pause and be thankful for this evening

And the fact that we are breathing

Maybe living has a meaning after all

There's a plan for us lunatics and liars

We have faulty gears and wires

They can't save us, but they'll do the best

Save us, but they’ll do the best

Save us, but they'll do the best

Can't save us, but they'll do the best they can

We're witnessing the waking of the dead

We're ripping all the wires from our heads

We're pumping all the poison from our veins

And scrubbing out these wicked stains

Hey! We're witnessing the waking of the dead

We're ripping all the wires from our heads

We're pumping all the poison from our veins

And scrubbing out these wicked stains

Hey! We're witnessing the waking of the dead

We're ripping all the wires from our heads

We're pumping all the poison from our veins

And scrubbing out these wicked stains