Bury the blade
Deeper
Closer to its end
Spin it faster
Set the flames higher
And burn every last one of them
Feed me their ashes
And let them smolder until Spring comes
Mad men grow weary as they pursue their absolutes
Index turnovers bring catastrophes
All that's Left will consume itself
Burn every last one of them...
Every last one of them...
All that's Left will consume itself
Every form of expression made vile
Complacent in their absolutes
Blind with derision
They have turned on their brethren
As they revel in anarchy
Violence breeds violence
Left becomes might
Left becomes Right
Silenced voices harken for turmoil
As they light their torches
They call for blood
They call for soil...
Burn every last one of them
Set the flames higher
And let them smolder until Spring comes...
Burn every last one of them
Burn
Burn
Higher
Thoughts
Prayers
Set the flames higher
Thoughts
Prayers
Higher