Songtext
A world in disorder
Our season to die
There's no shame in murder
The toll of a lie
You might bring some company
In the wake of your belief
You might really be deceived
But you'll soon just realize
When you kill you do the time
When you kill you do the time
A handshake of honor
A token of the scene
The price for your medicine
And the payment of a sham
I'm broken by the sound
Of a thousand people cheering
And they've come to shout
With their breath they'll keep on screaming
When you kill you do the time
When you kill you do the time
When you kill you do the time
When you kill you do the time