Blind-folded and gagged, stood waiting   With the whole world: my firing squad   At the edge of the world I'm faced out   Staring the sun right in the eye      Vultures circle above, hyenas mocking the kill   Excrement drooling down their chins   Atop the cliffs I look down, into the starving Hell-mouth   The rabid foam crashes hard on its teeth   Their mouth's salivate   Fantasizing my gruesome ending   This world looks down upon   A man who can stand on his own two feet   As they're feeding their guns: "ready, aim"   They say I'll live, if I die for their cause   Living under the rule of fellow Cro-Magnon fool   They fear who leads and will kill to stay still   Their mouth's salivate   Fantasizing my gruesome ending   This world looks down upon   A man who can stand on his own two feet   Without eating from their claws   Life feels quite like Hell should   But this Hells so cold   Pull another knife out   Stick it with rest of them   When my back is full   Turn me around to face it   Such melancholy, burning the stars from skies   As we melt, drowning inside their bloodied eyes   Hope is ravaged, running from lacerations   Sob so heavily, we choke, then we die   solo: CKB   solo: MKH   Page 2 of 2   Die   Life feels quite like Hell should   But this Hells so cold   Pull another knife out   Stick it with rest of them   When my back is full   Turn me around to face it   Sob so heavily, we choke, then we die