Video musicale
Video musicale
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fit for An Autopsy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Will Putney
Songwriter
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[Verse 1]
Death's breath on the back of our neck
The bitter taste of blood flowing in floods
Consuming all the rations
Neglect is a crime of passion
I don't believe we've earned our keep
Or deserve this peace
Self centered catastrophes
Armies of fools will fall
Nights of no end, writing on the wall
[Chorus]
War is now the will of your god
The prophets hands are stained
War is now the will of your god
Heads will hang
Heads will hang
[Verse 2]
All hail the antiheroes
Life reduced to ones and zeros
Expand and expire, voices of reason retire
The threat is real
When you can feel the pain they feel
The threat is real
When you can feel the pain they feel
The writings on the wall
[Chorus]
War is now the will of your god
The prophets hands are stained
War is now the will of your god
Heads will hang
[Bridge]
Fortune teller, fortune teller
Plague Bearer, plague bearer
Soul seller, soul seller
The fog won't lift
These comforts are counterfeit
The kings of shame stretch the divide
The pieces never fit
First world counterfeits
The great collapse now justified
[PreChorus]
Peace is merely a gift for the privileged
Safeguarded from the pain
This indifference is paid in blood
All hands are stained
[Bridge]
The grip of oppression tightens the noose
But when they kick out the chair
Heads will hang
Heads will hang
[Outro]
War is now the will of your god
War is now the will of your god
Written by: William Putney
