Bring out your dead Bring me their heads An execution is at hand These are you false prophets selling you armageddon These are the ones who are telling you that you are safe These are the ones who are taking your life away Day by day we cleanse the world of evil Yet, the blood is still on our hands Buried beneath the prayers of dead men And when there's nothing left There will be no one left to peel the guilt from our backs A flaw so fatal to our own survival Failure in the flesh Day by day we cleanse the world of evil Yet, the blood is still on our hands