DIGGIN' UP HATCHETS
We’re Diggin Up Hatchets today
and sharpening the blades
in case, a stitch of hope remains
in this hell that we’ve raised
Hey! We’re witnessing the waking of the dead
we’ll ripping all the wires from our heads
we’re pumping all the poison from our veins
and scrubbing out these wicked stains
We’re burying mercy and grace
in unmarked shallow graves
Today, the piper must be be paid
for the tune that he played