Watching the World - The Builders and the Butchers

I’ll wait until my lungs are still

Im writing up my final will

And every breath I take will turn to dust

Like bones under the bastard sun

A shaking hand a loaded gun and all the train cars slowly turn to rust

Oh your choking down your final bitter pill

Im sitting on top a hill, sitting on top of a hill to watch the world burn

Watch the world burn x2

No stopping til you reach the goal of saving every sorry soul

A priest is just a salesman dressed in black

And the words a falling from your pen you might not speak them out again

But you sure as hell can’t ever take em back

Oh your sweating bullets only standing still

Im sitting on top…

I’ll wait until my lungs are still

Im writing up my final will

And every breath I take will turn to dust

And the bones are showing neith your skin

You’ll never see your home again

Your broken bones are scattered in the mud

Oh your choking down your final bitter pill

No stopping til you reach the goal

Of a million sheep in to the fold

A priest is just a shepherd dressed in black

And the words are falling from your pen

You’ll never speak them out again

And your words will have you strung up on the rack

And your sweating bullets only standing still

Im sitting on top… 4X