Heads Will Hang

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Death's breath on the back of our neck. The bitter taste of blood, flowing in floods
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Consuming all the rations, neglect is a crime of passion
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I don't believe we've earned our keep or deserve this peace, self centered catastrophes
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Armies of fools will fall. Nights of no end. Writing on the wall

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War is now the will of your God. The prophets hands are stained
Dm                            Gm Am  Gm
War is now the will of your God.     Heads Will Hang

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Dm
All hail the antiheroes. Life reduced to ones and zeros. Expand and expire. Voices of reason 
retire
Dm
The threat is real, when you can feel the pain they feel. The writing’s on the wall

Dm             Gm               Am             Gm
War is now the will of your God. The prophets hands are stained
Dm                            Gm Am  Gm
War is now the will of your God.     Heads Will Hang

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Soul Seller. Fortune Teller. Plague Bearer
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The fog won't lift. These comforts are counterfeit. The kings of shame stretch the 
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divide
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The pieces never fit. First world counterfeits. The great collapse now justified
         Gm


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Peace is merely a gift for the privileged, safeguarded from the pain
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This indifference is paid in blood. All hands are stained
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The grip of oppression tightens the noose, but when they kick out the chair, heads will hang

Dm             Gm               Am             Gm
War is now the will of your God.