Lyrics:

Here they are, the wicked
A panic floods the fields
Deliverance unthinkable
They play their part, performing oh, so well
With empty cores, they carry on
A twisted soul, an apparition
Born of a beastly brand
They butcher purposely
(Just have the sense to run away)
Scream at the sky and beg
Beg for a reason He would allow this
Look to the sky and say
'We would be better off without this'
Who would allow this?
We've never felt alive
But none of us can die just when we want to
We're stuck in this disguise
With leather skin, these eyes designed to haunt you
But do we haunt you?
Scream at the sky and beg
Beg for a reason He would allow this
Look to the sky and say
'We would be better off without this'
Who would allow this?
From the other side
From the other side
From the other side
From the other side
From the other side
From the other side
From the other side
From the other side