Killswitch - Konkhra

Remember the virtues of old

Dare not whisper the name of this soul

That lay to waste all of our mother earth

Left his kind dead stinking in the dirt

Left to rot where the bodies fell

In search of heaven stumble into hell

Killswitch, it fells the finger itch

It calls in silence to the ending of pain

Killswitch, killswitch, killswitch

It is conceived in the minds of the same

To split a head to see if it’s thinking

And rush aboard a ship which is sinking

The human race has a common disease

Chanting praise of god with circus dog ease

Reverse the cycle of life

If death is tempting then hand them a knife

This life promised you everything

But in truth the dead knows nothing

Left to rot where the bodies fell

In search of heaven stumble into hell

Killswitch, it fells the finger itch

It calls in silence to the ending of pain

Killswitch, killswitch, killswitch

It is conceived in the minds of the same

Succumb all races of humans of earth

Enslave them all to death from the birth

From thy bidding a service for all

Enslaved for life until their heavens call

Once, twice a third time, kill

Our god he beckons this divine will

The faithless dead to honor our god

The faithless teaching erased from the earth, god wills it!