Let these scumbags rot, for the things they've done
In the name of God you're going to rot
I'll be the first one in line to dig your grave
I'll bring the ropes and fire, you're going to burn
Looking down at the shards of your soul
I see my own reflection
My shattered spirit's the reason I still believe,
Take my imperfection
I see me own reflection, I see myself
We're digging graves, with no sign of hope I cast the first stone
We're digging graves, I'm turning into one of them
One of them
Looking down at the shards of your soul,
I see my own reflection
My shattered spirit's the reason I still believe, take my imperfection
I see me own reflection, I see myself
I am deceased, I belong beside the thrown
Revival is coming