Death Parliament

Because killing is what we do
Because we're not controlling you
Because it's starting to get late
And you've got a high heart rate

And when you're really not in the mood
And sleep is your only interlude
And there's no need for HD sound
Now the people are underground

Now they've tied you to the stake
Now you can feel every bone they break
Now the flames they start to rise
Every lick a horror you realise

Every bruise you've ever shown
Every inch you've ever grown
Every bullet we've made for you
Because killing is what we do