[bad word] synthetic_tree

All they ever cared about
Was the fame they breed with death
Still hide their faces, it's too real to be exposed
How I wish to force you all in the end to swallow lead
To put you six feet under
But you'll never be worth the mud on my hands

This time I had enough
Can't sleep until it stops
Until they hang by the necks
The price of freedom is high
This time I had enough
Can't sleep until it stops
The price of freedom is high
Glorified

Since they stole you away from us
Many things have changed
I'll never forget my [bad word] obligation
Retaliation

I've learned nothing, but I sear I'll never forget
The faces of my enemies, there's nothing I'll regret
It's time for vengeance, it's time to finally act 
Punishment, it's time to get a trophy on my wall
How I wish to force you all in the end to swallow lead
To put you six feet under
But you'll never be worth the mud on my hands