Trace Levels of Dystopia

The dead, the dead, the dead are coming back to life
 The dead are coming back to life
 Does it hurt you to know that
 It doesn't hurt me at all?
 Oh how they love to see the mighty fall
 Does it make me a bad person
 That I can't wait for you to see what's coming?
 Before you know it, they'll send a flood of knives
 Eager to hit your spine
 This isn't violence no. Fantasy justice yeah
 The world's an empty stage and we're just watching it
 Spite becomes routine
 Harrowing questions have easier answers
 There will be hell to pay
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 There will be hell to pay
 The dead are coming back
 There will be hell to pay
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 And you see what's coming
 Before you know it, they'll send a flood of knives
 Eager to hit your spine
 This isn't violence no, fantasy justice yeah
 The world's an empty stage and we're just watching it
 Spite becomes routine
 Harrowing questions have easier answers
 So crack the chest, open and operate
 Tie up the lungs with the debt because there's nothing to save
 Send the feet to the fields and the fire
 Bill the hands, because there's hell to pay
 Because there's hell to pay
 Hell to pay
 So crack the chest, open and operate
 Tie up the lungs with the debt because there's nothing to save
 Send the feet to the fields and the fire
 Because there's hell to pay