Mustard Gas - The Dear Hunter

Here they are;

the wicked

A panic floods the field

Deliverance;

unthinkable

They play their part, performing oh so well

With empty cores they carry on

(«A twisted soul») «An apparition»

Born of a beastly brand, they butcher purposely

(Just have the sense to run away!)

Scream at the sky and beg

Beg for a reason he would allow this

Look to the sky and say

«We would be better off without this»

«Who would allow this?»

We’ve never felt alive

But none of us can die just when we want to

We’re stuck in this disguise

With leather skin;

these eyes designed to haunt you

But do we haunt you?

Scream at the sky and beg

Beg for a reason he would allow this

Look to the sky and say

«We would be better off without this»

«Who would allow this?»

You’re on the other side

You’re on the other side

You’re on the other side

You’re on the other side

You’re on the other side

You’re on the other side

You’re on the other side

You’re on the other side