Heads Will Hang

Death's breath on the back of our neck
 The bitter taste of blood, flowing in floods
 Consuming all the rations, neglect is a crime of passion
 I don't believe we've earned our keep or
 Deserve this peace, self-centered catastrophes
 Armies of fools will fall, nights of no end, writing on the wall
 War is now the will of your God, the prophets hands are stained
 War is now the will of your God
 Heads will hang
 Heads will hang
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 All hail the antiheroes, life reduced to ones and zeros
 Expand and expire, voices of reason retire
 The threat is real, when you can feel the pain they feel
 The threat is real, when you can feel the pain they feel
 The writing's on the wall
 War is now the will of your God, the prophets hands are stained
 War is now the will of your God
 Heads will hang
 (Soul seller, fortune teller, plague bearer)
 The fog won't lift, these comforts are counterfeit
 The kings of shame stretch the divide
 The pieces never fit, first world counterfeits
 The great collapse now justified
 Peace is merely a gift for the privileged, safeguarded from the pain
 This indifference is paid in blood, all hands our stained
 The grip of oppression tightens the noose
 But when they kick out the chair, heads will hang
 Heads will hang
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 War is now the will of your God
 War is now the will of your God