They said that your scream was heard through the storm.
 It was a desperate noise that shocked the sky.

 And they told me about all the holes in your skin. The needles that've been piercing through you. It was a pattern of wounds, in a city that's dead.
 The blood has to be shed.... and wasted.

 DEATH IS WASTED
 DEATH IS WASTED
 Death is wasted on the...

 Death is wasted on the dead
 And we want you
 Psalms are sung but nothing is said
 Life is killing you

 They said that this day would hurt your young eyes.
 And how you shattered from fear, all lame from fright.

 And they whispered about all the signs that you made.
 The sound of the last breath that you took.
 We saw the mother of the dark and a child that was dead.
 Her milk has to be shed... and wasted.

 DEATH IS WASTED
 DEATH IS WASTED
 Death is wasted on the...

 Death is wasted on the dead
 And we want you
 Psalms are sung but nothing is said
 Life is killing you

 DEATH......... IS...... WA....STED

 BURN BURN BURN
 BURN BURN BURN

 Burn them at the stakes then try to decide
 When the night shall explode and the day shall hide.
 We're the ones and you're the night's sons
 that shall fight this, burn this never to return again.

 And we want you
 the glorious ones.
 Life is killing you

 Death is wasted on the dead
 And we want you
 Psalms are sung but nothing is said
 Life is killing you

 Death is wasted
 And we want you

 Death is wasted
 And we want you