Dead Wrong (feat. Micheal Kearney)

Bloodsoaks the bolt cutters
Bleachsoaks the boxcutters
No revolutions before retaliation

Mistake of a creation
Your flesh obsession, no more
Thought we'd stop at liberation
Well they were dead wrong

Death threats carved into the flesh
Abolition knife twists, step on your neck
Demons smell blood and want the rest (six feet)
Aim down sights and breathe in deep
TTG on repeat
Spit back in their faces
Raise your weapons
Empty cages

Mistake of a creation
Your flesh obsession, no more
Thought we'd stop at liberation
Well they were dead wrong

You had your final warning
If it breeds, it can bleed
If it can bleed it must die by morning

That's right, motherfucker
Empty cages, to the grave
Colorado Springs to Sydney bitch
Hang the bastards by their intestines

Karma, the blade of vengeance

They had their chance to change, now everyone dies
Rain down the shells, light up their skies
There is a hell, I've fucking seen it with my own two eyes
I said everyone dies

Everyone dies

Nailgun the newborns, it's decided
A cure for the flesh eating virus
Empty cages
Lay down on the pavement
Wonder where your face went
All your empty fucking cages
Will never be used again
Blunt force, blowtorching awaits