I am a war that is yet to be won I have forgotten all ideas of compassion
The pure of heart demand to be heard while the Devil preaches anything to pacify the World

I swear to god we're all dying

Just let the bastards come, they'll be consumed by a fury that they've never known
Yeah, come on, baby; dance with me, die with me

I'll march into battle with my own gods in tow
To battle these demons that won't let me go
Sooner or later, we'll have to decide; the broken, the heartless, together we'll cry

Hell won't take me alive!

We'll spill your blood, bring you to your knees;
We will infect you like a ghost in the machine
We'll spill your blood we'll haunt your dreams
10,000 rioteers paint such a lovely scene

We'll spill your blood