Original lyrics

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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’re 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 paid For the tune that he played Hey! We're witnessing the waking of the dead We're ripping all the wires from our heads We're pumping all the poison from our veins And scrubbing out these wicked stains Hey! We're witnessing the waking of the dead We're ripping all the wires from our heads We’re pumping all the poison from our veins And scrubbing out these wicked stains Let us pause and be thankful for this evening And the fact that we are breathing Maybe living has a meaning after all There’s a plan for us lunatics and liars We have faulty gears and wires They can't save us, but they’ll do the best they can Let us pause and be thankful for this evening And the fact that we are breathing Maybe living has a meaning after all There's a plan for us lunatics and liars We have faulty gears and wires They can't save us, but they'll do the best Save us, but they’ll do the best Save us, but they'll do the best Can't save us, but they'll do the best they can We're witnessing the waking of the dead We're ripping all the wires from our heads We're pumping all the poison from our veins And scrubbing out these wicked stains Hey! We're witnessing the waking of the dead We're ripping all the wires from our heads We're pumping all the poison from our veins And scrubbing out these wicked stains Hey! We're witnessing the waking of the dead We're ripping all the wires from our heads We're pumping all the poison from our veins And scrubbing out these wicked stains