We greet each day with bloodshot eyes
The dirt of our labor still clinging to our hands
Filled with our warped intentions

The tread of our shoes filled with foreign sands
The sun laughs in all our faces
It shows a world that we can't save

So now, armed with blades in hand
We cut a path from birth to grave


We don't know where we're going
But we know that we're getting there


No rest
For the blessed
Long lives

For the wicked
Say hey


We don't think like you think
And we move like no one moves
With a song on our lips, across the land

Born to traverse
We don't think like you think
And we move like no one moves

With a song on our lips, across the land
Born to traverse


We don't know where we're going
But we know, we will get there


No rest
For the blessed
Long Lives

For the wicked
Say


Like a car crash
Like a landmine
Like mixing drugs, we are dangerous


Like a snake's tooth
Like thin ice

Like mixing blood, we are dangerous

No rest

For the blessed
Long lives
For the wicked

Say

Woo!