Please let me help you bury your dead 
They've made the incision and driven their industry's waste in your head

(The pyres in the distance glow beyond the haze 
The hypocrites bear witness to the end of days) 
This is your final warning, a war on freewill [bad word] 
This disillusion, this ignorant display 
Defies solution and emasculates disdain

(The sheep march to the fire and wait to host the flies 
Their greedy little maggots clean the wounds with pride)
 This is your final warning, a war on freewill [bad word] 
They feast on the meat in bittersweet denial 
And swallow the blood of poisoned [bad word] 
They pick at the meat, a bittersweet feast for all the liars

In idle servitude the worker pig so sad 
The lizards in wither have risen to censor the thoughts in your head

(The sheep are stoned and quiet choking on the lies 
The lizards feed the fire [bad word] 
 This is your final warning, a war on freewill [bad word] 
They feast on the meat in bittersweet denial 
And swallow the blood of poisoned [bad word] 
They pick at the meat, their bittersweet feast

Begging forgiveness in denial, your misery shows it's face 
You drown in your weakness, the plasphemous river washes away your mistakes

Please let me help you bury your dead 
They've made the incision and driven their industry's waste in your head

This is your final warning, the holocaust of thought is dawning

They feast on the meat in bittersweet denial 
And swallow the blood of poisoned [bad word]  They pick at the meat, their bittersweet feast
 bittersweet feast for all the liars