Make Them Dead - clipping.

Starve in the fashion

March into action

Charge for the passion

Carve every last one

Hope in the morning

Cope with the mourning

Soap for the pouring

Rope for the scoring, make them

(Dead)

Walk forward with eyes closed, don’t them say they believers?

(Dead)

Ain’t they brought they bibles?

Do they dare deceive?

(Make them)

(Dead)

Step up to the cliff so they can count the blessed

(Dead)

Only the wicked men fall to they death, so (Make them)

Eye for an eye is no eye here

Blind eye defy with no idea

Time fine feline and bitch try deal

But they can’t not remind of why time feels

Not in they favor, so they tongues

Wag too much and them love they guns

God, them say savior so make fun

When them end comes out of the thing they fund

Run, run, ruler and run, run, thief

Run, run, run under some belief

Who’s your god?

Why did he bequeath

Hate when what you sow you shall reap?

Reaper the name and ripper too

Come from tradition just like you

Found fathers found in same-same crew

So no need, no judge, know just what to do

(Dead)

Walk forward with eyes closed, don’t them say they believers?

(Dead)

Ain’t they brought they bibles?

Do they dare deceive?

(Make them)

(Dead)

Step up to the cliff so they can count the blessed

(Dead)

Only the wicked men fall to they death, so (Make them)

Free in the future

Seethe in a stupor

Grieve for the chooser

Leave with a suture

Hands for the contrite

Bans for the gun rights

Scan, can they run right?

Stand in the sunlight, make them

(Dead)

Walk forward with eyes closed, don’t them say they believers?

(Dead)

Ain’t they brought they bibles?

Do they dare deceive?

(Make them)

(Dead)

Step up to the cliff so they can count the blessed

(Dead)

Only the wicked men fall to they death