Dead Wrong

Bloodsoaks the bolt cutters Bleachsoaks the boxcutters No revolutions before retaliation Mistake of a creation Your flesh obsession, no more Thought we would stop at liberation Well they were dead wrong Death threats carved into the flesh Abolition knife twists, step on your neck Demons smell blood and want the rest (six feet) Aim down sights and breathe in deep TTG on repeat Spit back in their faces Raise your weapons Empty cages Mistake of a creation Your flesh obsession, so long Thought we'd stop at liberation They were dead wrong You had your final warning If it breeds, it can bleed If it can bleed it must die by morning That's right motherfucker Empty cages, to the grave Colorado Springs to Sydney bitch Hang the bastards by their intestines Karma, the blade of vengeance They had their chance to change now everyone dies Rain down the shells, light up their skies There is a hell, I've fucking seen it with my own two eyes I said everyone dies Nailgun the newborns, it's decided A cure for the flesh eating virus Empty cages Lay down on the pavement Wonder where your face went All your empty fucking cages Will never be used again Blunt force, blowtorching awaits