A soulless choir lip syncs
To the tune of morality
With plastic pleas for peace
From the desk of the killing machine
Roll out the guillotine
We'll teach them a thing about peace
Hoist up the gallows and leave
Them dangling like a wind chime
Blowing in the breeze
Hear 'em rattle and wheeze
You kill for sport and we just stand by
Like cheerleaders on the f*cking sidelines
You had yours now its time to meet your end
We trade bloodshed for bloodshed
Roll out guillotine
We'll teach you a thing about peace
And in your eternal sleep
May you never find peace