Return to torches Pitchforks Fires that's never cease The suffering of the oppressed Cast back at the oppressor’s feet It’s a race to the bottom How deep is your deceit No give all take Sever the head of the bastard snake All was spoken for Before the door was kicked off the hinges Now we move in darker forms Yeah you better pray for fucking forgiveness A mother’s cry a beggar’s plea the people’s final stand The drugs the wars the poverty It’ll fucking break a better man And my blood runs cold When the heart becomes a black hole The casualty of our collapse Kill what you can’t control Scorched earth fiends Backroom banshees Fangs to the throat Higher sanctum Inner circle Leeches rats and moles Spoils of the horde Exterminate their kind An oath to all who suffer Take back what’s fucking mine A mother’s cry a beggar’s plea the people’s final stand The drugs the wars the poverty It’ll fucking break a better man And my blood runs cold When the heart becomes a black hole The casualty of our collapse Kill what you can’t control I drew a line and I crossed it The edge is closer this time I drew a line and I crossed it It’s the only way we survive There’ll be no offering of peace Only fuel for the fires that never cease Fucking thieves How deep is your deceit There’ll be a marvelous blaze in your reckoning All glory to the fires that never burn out