Tear it out, carving the tumor from the bone
Eyes grow cold from watching people die
No guilt, no shame, just a curse that binds
Tear it out and fabricate another bitter ending
Tear it out
No wound left to mend, tear it out
Obey and heed the warning signs
Hang 'em high, let 'em swing from the left to the right
Hang 'em high, get a taste of what it feels like
Hang 'em high, let 'em swing from the left to the right
Hang 'em high, get a taste of what it feels like
They are no martyrs
They bleed like you and me