Shine, the axe, the axe of punishment
To leave our mistakes behind
Saying that the worst is yet, is yet to come.


They always look and say
What the people have done to this world

Would never be forgiving

Shine, the axe of punishment

To leave our mistakes behind
Leaving us a killer of kind


Seeing words that make us
Look upon the city, in ruin


Save them all
Would you save them all?
From the slate


Murder, treason we own
Murder for reason

Thee axe's must fall