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Death visits on the regular

To maintain a reputation

To remind us who we are

To re centre our attention

There are things in you that I can break

That hurt more than the heart

Life's as dull as it can fucking get

When you're the brightest star

The loyal sons and daughters

She whispers our name

When doubt darkens our door

When we choose to play this game

And the holy communion

Is a temporary tattoo

Let me show you something better

Outside this union of two

Who'll play God if not us?

We ask the question out of courtesy

But know the answer to it

We're alone here to judge and to execute

“And it’s a dirty job but someone's gotta do it”

Now, this plane will go down

With everyone on board

Exhale the smoke

While you curse the Lord

There is no path to resist it

Everything is falling a part

It'll hold as long as it will hold

And then it'll crash down hard

Now if I offer up myself

Cover quarter of the bill

Everybody pays in full

And I'll owe three quarters still

God won't make a corridor

To let me escape

The motorway eats its own tail

Chokes this city like a snake

Ill-wisher, naysayer!

In their eyes we are devils

Infected with chaos

Ill-wisher, naysayer!

We’re a rabid militia

We're soldiers of terror

And if that's how they see it

Then yes, we can be it

We can be all things

Us faithless infinite beings

Our methods are immortal

We rebel to exist

Fanatism does not bend

To a law or a fist

And I knew from the beginning

That I could never win

I knew from the beginning

I wouldn’t cut it clean

And I knew from the beginning

How all this would end

Dead body, dead body

Dead body in the sand