We are the hope of the godless
We are the ones to set things right
We slighted sons of b**hes
From our shallow graves we rise and fight
Now try and carve my heart out
Well I wonder what's inside
Come on and cut me open
Make me bleed and you will find
A sharpened stone
A burning coal
A pipebomb waiting to explode
Don't pretend like you don't know
You're the reason why I--
(and I just want to feel alive again)
(feel a spark beneath this skin)
With hardened stone and blazing coal
Your precious god won't save your soul
You play it cool like you don't know
You're the reason why we fight
This heart of stone that feels so old
But flecked with blood and shining gold
Will burn a hole right through your own
You're the reason why I fight
We are the haunted hunters
We were the children left behind
Come back at last to battle
Come to vindicate our past and wasted lives
Just get me thirty minutes
In a room alone with god
Let me meet your maker
Shake his hand
Flash a smile
A glint of white to hide the knife
Let him know who took his throne
And then explode