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Another day, another victim another funeral you won’t attend

I feel the pain that you inflicted

I see the faces of the condemned

What will you say with my blood on your hands?

You scream, “Armageddon”,

Hate like a drug

Hell or to heaven,

You’re not the judge

Hands getting dirty

Grave that you dug

Say I’m unworthy,

At least I’m not drinking blood

A little war, a little profit

Ask forgiveness after it ends

So we ignore, since we couldn’t stop it

Heed the magic mirror’s commands

Make sure to wash all that blood off your hands

You’re not the judge,

No you’re not the judge

At least I’m not drinking blood

Can’t be afraid of the dark

When you’re fast asleep

You dress up like a wolf

But you were always just a sheep