Not Quite Dead

How dare you turn your back on the beast that claimed your soul?
Lay waste to those long years of blood, sweat and bone.
This ain’t a game, boy; you can’t just cut it loose.
And if you leave us now, well it’s your head on the noose.
Did they lie to you?
Tell you not to touch the sky.
Say your dreams weren’t true?
These twisted nights of hate have chilled us to our bones
We’ve seen you lash at us with spears, stick and stones,
You men are sick, sicker than this beast
And if we open up, you’ll beckon in the feast
Did they lie to you?
Tell you not to touch the sky.
Say your dreams weren’t true?
Drag you to the ground.
Skinned you through and through,
Until there’s nothing left.
Did they lie to you?
Say your dreams weren’t true?
Skinned you through and fucking through
We could not foresee this disaster of man
A bloody train wreck – weighed down by His hand.
And you would stand by and watch as we burned,
Trading souls for nought, just for a game.
You had that look that sold us, you were a voice,
A voice to speak out, amongst the waves.
You would divide, then lead on the sea,
And they would follow without asking why.
And what will happen if the match fails to strike?
Yeah, what will happen if the scar starts to heal?
You’ve played your cards and now you’re flat out of luck,
You better sit on down and wait for the arm.
Roam the streets looking for blood
Ripping your life through and through
Taking back what’s left for us
Making your life pure hell
You better watch your step ‘cause
We’re all out looking for you.
You might wake up to find you’re
Not quite dead!