| You look at me, you see depraved execration | |
| You stare a while then look away | |
| I look at you, i see a slave to convention | |
| Grieving for another day | |
| My wars begin with suffering and fire and end the same | |
| Sleep well, for where you lay is where you'll die, in your grave | |
| You wanted war, i gave you more than attention | |
| I saw that fire in your eye | |
| You wanted more, i'm giving you pure insurrection | |
| At least you can say that you tried | |
| My wars begin with suffering and fire and end the same | |
| Sleep well, for where you lay is where you'll die, in your grave | |
| My wars begin with suffering and fire and end the same | |
| Sleep well, for where you lay is where you'll die, in your grave | |
| In your tomb |