At birth given scars along tender heart liberties   injustice for awkward living situated causalities   they lay dead along your floor   careful not to wake them they're sleeping   in the morrows good mourning   the dying will discard the wish to live   let this colony know in the name of the dead we're coming      when I kill her, I'll have her   (dance upon the graves of the dead, upon your name!)   die white girls, die white girls   (dance upon the graves of the dead, upon the graves of the dead!)      you'll get nothing for something   arise the hidden war of a dead song, unsung   the night of your children's day   beneath the surface sealed by the floors boarded up   seal the lips of your voice with haste   and cower at the sounds as they make their way   surprise speed and malice   the opposing break the surface hold ready   will the killing veil love should the heroes play dumb   but killing's no fun when the heroes are none   bye, bye world