servants of death

running into the heart of darkness

eyes sewn tight

stumbling across the barren fields looking for a little light

freedom set by violence

control dictated by fear

running into the heart of darkness with no way out of here

but i can tell there's more to sell

earth to burn on this road to hell

servants of death

that's all we get

running into the heart of darkness thinking that it's ok

been promised a paradise but a wasteland's coming our way

self serving psychopaths been poisoning the ground

running into the heart of darkness

no sign of a trickle down

but i can tell there's more to sell

earth to burn on this road to hell

servants of death

your time will come