Schism – Swinging from the Gallows Lyrics

Suffer little children I once heard someone had said
No comfort for the dying or the dead
Choking on the ashes as they drift across the land
I want to see you swinging from the gallows
For all of the shit that you brought upon this world
Tearing up the past a new world order
For those of us.... The last

Blood drips from finger tips, pooling round your feet

You became a living god, controlled your land with fear
Followers cower behind a mask in humiliated slavery
Brutality insanity, your bloodied hands are stained
You incite war where no-one wins, some things will never change

(You'll swing) Tell me who's the enemy
(You'll swing) Tell me is it you or me
(You'll swing) For the helpless misery
(You'll swing) For your insanity

You became a living god, controlled your land with fear
Followers cower behind a mask in humiliated slavery
Brutality tradgedy, your bloodied hands are stained
You incite war where no-one wins, some things will never change

I'll wait to see you swinging from the gallows
I'll wait to see your blood congeal
The final fitting end to your evil reign
Your crown slips and rolls across the floor
But there's no-one left to mourn

We put up with all your bullshit, tried to talk it through
You bring this on yourself, bring your own walls down around you
You're obsession with power and greed, has brought you to your doom

You became a living god, controlled your land with fear
Followers cower behind a mask in humiliated slavery
Brutality misery, your bloodied hands are stained
You incite war where no-one wins, some things will never change

Nothing to declare, wake up you're dead
You know we're coming, to take off your head
You better run boy, better run and hide
We're coming for you now, soon you'll wish you'd died

Creating genocidal war in your pride and arrogance
War where no-one wins, a fight so full of sins
A colossal waste of humanity, you brought them to their knees 
I'll see you swinging from the gallows, before the day is done
I'll see your feet do the dance of death, I'll sing the hang-mans song
I'll watch the ravens pluck your eyes from sockets and know you're dead and gone

But this witness won't see the future for all the harm that you have done

You became a living god, controlled your land with fear
Followers cower behind a mask in humiliated slavery
Brutality mortality, your bloodied hands are stained
You incite war where no-one wins, some things will never change

Nothing to declare, wake up you're dead
You know we're coming to take off your head
You better run boy, better run and hide
We're coming for you now, soon you'll wish you'd died