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The overalls of a traitor stained with blood cut from his own cloth

The smirk of arrogant planning gone absolutely perfect

The aroma of instant death signaled crimson and grey

Cut them twice

Drain them right

Hang them high, their uniforms silhouette against the sky

Snuffing the candlelight room by room, head by head, he collects

Midnight lies with the thief, hiding these stars glowing at night

If nobody wins, then everything will be quite alright

Cut them twice

Drain them right

Hang them high, their uniforms silhouette against the sky