ll be your end of days

I've had enough - I make them see
They'll never take another drop of blood from me
Your judges fought their final bout
I'll be your end of days

Blood in the streets, the royal fall
I will do what I must till I see them crawl up to me
Where they will see - I'll be your end of days

Black-robed judges bring the gavel down
Goodbye, tell me all the ways that I went wrong
They lock us up forever given half a chance
Out of sight, out of mind - same old dance