We’re killing all the ideals they held on us
Pressed against our throats
Now it’s our hands
Our hands on their necks
Asphyxiating their corporations
How does it feel now, fuckers?
Biting the hand that’s fed us shit
We’ve had enough of it
This feels so good we’ll kill for it
The fate of man lies in my hands, covered in your blood
It makes perfect fucking sense to me
Bleed Mother Fucker Bleed
Scream Mother Fucker Scream
Now it’s our hands
Our Hands at their necks
None of you swine will be safe from slaughter
My hand holds the wrath of a butchers blade
I’ve seen your fathers take a faithless falter
My hand holds the wrath of a butchers trade
