Blind-folded and gagged, stood waiting
With the whole world: my firing squad
At the edge of the world I'm faced out
Staring the sun right in the eye

Vultures circle above, hyenas mocking the kill
Excrement drooling down their chins
Atop the cliffs I look down, into the starving [bad word] mouth
The rabid foam crashes hard on it's teeth

Their mouth's salivate
Fantasizing my [bad word] ending
This world looks down upon
man who can stand on his own two feet

As they're feeding their guns: "ready, aim"
They say I'll live, if I die for their cause
Living under [bad word] of fellow Cro-Magnon fool
They fear who leads and will kill to stay still

Their mouth's salivate
Fantasizing my [bad word] ending
This world looks down upon
man who can stand on his own two feet
(Without eating from their claws)

Life feels like [bad word] should
But this [bad word] so cold
Pull another knife out
Stick it with rest of them
When my back is full
Turn me around to face it

Such melancholy, burning the stars from skies
Sob so heavily, we choke, then we die

DIE!

Life feels like [bad word] should
But this [bad word] so cold
Pull another knife out
Stick it with rest of them
When my back is full
Turn me around to face it

Life feels like [bad word] should
But this [bad word] so cold
Pull another knife out
Stick it with rest of them
When my back is full
Turn me around to face it

Life feels like [bad word] should
But this [bad word] so cold
Pull another knife out
Stick it with rest of them
When my back is full
Turn me around to face it

Sob so heavily, we choke, then we die!