Wasteland

Let these scumbags rot, for the things they've done.
In the name of God you're going to rot.
I'll be the first one in line to dig your grave.
I'll bring the ropes and fire, youre going to burn.
Looking down at the shards of your soul.
I see my own reflection, my shattered spirits the reason I still believe.
Take my imperfection.
I see me own reflection, I see myself.
We're digging graves, with no sign of hope I cast the first stone.
We're digging graves, I'm turning into one of them.
One of them.
Looking down at the shards of your soul,
I see my own reflection.
My shattered spirits the reason I still believe, take my imperfection.
I see me own reflection, I see myself.
I am deceased, I belong beside the thrown.
Revival is coming