Order of the Day - Pink Turns Blue

Everything’s justified

In spite of all wars inside

A hollow pit of nothingness

Absolutely meaningless

I go on

Order of this holy day

I’ll go on It’s the order of the day

As far as history I’m dead

Seeming calm and resolute

A man who dare’s always right

Merits rigorous a fate

I’ve found God, but I’ll go on slaughtering

I’ve found God, but I’ll go on slaughtering

The order of the day

Go on butchering

Back on cross again

Back on cross again

Wading through the blood

All belongs to me Wading through the blood

Wading through the blood