sky red from the blood 
Rose cheeks dull from the mud 
Hands worn through from the sludge 
self no longer [bad word] 
And murder is a potion of love 
Sacrifice devotion thereof 
And he without sin never was 
Now a changing of the guard has begun 
kingdom that belies the internal 
Is a prison of the mind that's infernal 
And eternal is the lie turned plague 
So I've dug this grave so my [bad word] won't fade 
I feel the war paint on my face 
I feel the ground tremble and quake 
I feel my heart sync to the pace that these war [bad word] make 
I feel alive and awake 
And all I see is war path ahead of me 
Each and every step I [bad word] readily 
And if my lack of fear bring the death of me 
Let the spirits of my ancestors envelop me 
So know this is that [bad word] 
flood that goes beyond the refuge high upon the summit 
sun [bad word] hole, black hold on consumption 
Spun inside itself into a beacon that has summoned 
That creature of the deep that leaves a pit inside your stomach  [bad word] beneath that bodes arrival from above, and 
That nature of the beast that feeds upon the will to numb it 
That monster brought the seed of life, well now I have [bad word] it 

And I feel like I've got a gun 
Like I've been changed more ways than one 
And this whole world has just begun 
And it's so nice to meet me 

self once masked by these stains 
That filth washed out with the rain 
When I'm done only thing that remains 
Is a tombstone etched with my name 
Look into a face that has changed 
Recognize the corpse in that grave 
Resurrect, what's lost can be saved 
I am now free, once slave 
And I am not a part of a game 
I am not a moth to a flame 
I am both man and brigade 
I won't be denied or restrained 
I am what the weak can't obtain 
I am what survives if it's slain 
I am rest in peace if you aim 
No I am not built of the same 

And I feel like I've got a gun 
Like I've been changed more ways than one 
And this whole world has just begun 
And it's so nice to meet me 

Behold a pale horse in my gaze 
High upon it Death in a rage 
He said he had the [bad word] that I crave 
So my sword through his chest I gave 
Ain't no [bad word] I behave 
Never put my faith in plans best laid 
And I don't [bad word] that you made 
I think it's time I set this whole [bad word] ablaze 
On the precipice of slaughter is the Lord 
Angels and those [bad word] together with a cause 
And I don't think you really know the meaning of a storm 
Let this serve a lesson on the essence of reform 
Hatred without focus make the eager man fall 
Violence without purpose make the mighty man small 
Vengeance without mercy leave the noble man flawed 
And insurrection mounts behind those battle lines drawn 
But future is beholden to the present moment cast 
And [bad word] don't repeat the futile habits of the past 
And courage is to he that sheds his skeletons as last 
These trains of thought now heading toward a devastating crash 
Bloodshed to that order like a flower to a thorn 
Beauty know perfection like a child know the law 
And I advise you heed these words enlightened and forewarned  [bad word] in what you are an oath of life to which I've sworn 

And I feel like I've got a gun 
Like I've been changed more ways than one 
And this whole world has just begun 
And it's so nice to meet me