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

As their 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 to look out to stay still 

Their mouths 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 

This [bad word] #39;s so cold 
Pull another knife out 
Stick it with the rest of them 
When my back is full 
Turn me around to face it 

Such melancholy burning the stars from skies 
As we melt drowning inside their bloodied eyes 
Hope is [bad word] from lacerations 
Sob so heavily we choke then we die.... 

Die...Die...Die...Die... 

GUITAR SOLO: 

Die...Die...Die...Die 

Life feels like [bad word] should 
This [bad word] #39;s so cold 
Pull another knife out 
Stick it with the rest of them 
When my back is full 
Turn me around to face it 

Sob so heavily we choke then we die....