To execute

You made no compromise

Men aren't pigs - SLAUGHTERED

Infected with a plague or rendered with a scalpel
by you

You make the claim it was just a job

And killing's nothing more than sawing logs

WASH YOUR HANDS BUT BLOOD LEAVES STAINS

You don't deny

You say you've a creative side

The passion born to an inquisitive mind

Entered men alive and destroyed them from inside
It's true

Extracted organs slowly one by one

Your only goal to see the damage done

IT'S YOU - You slid the razor

YOU - The anti-savior

YOU - The crucifier

Babies bathed in fire

NO LIGHT SHINES

From Dead Eyes

It's odd how they match your own

NO JUSTICE

For the murdered

Shoveled lives like lumps of coal

YOUR VICTIMS

Fed the furnace

In the blackened pit that was your soul

Soulless and dead-eyed

At the core

You gained a thrill from the sickening stench

The smell of terror as they MARCHED TO THEIR
DEATH

Carry out your orders like a patriotic soldier
and maim,

rape, and decapitate

My only wish is that you'd face their fate

IT'S YOU - You led the slaughter

Mother, son, and daughter

YOU - You drove the masses

Bodies scorched to ashes

NO LIGHT SHINES

From Dead Eyes

It's odd how they match your own

NO JUSTICE

For the murdered

Shoveled lives like lumps of coal

YOUR VICTIMS

Fed the furnace

In the blackened pit that was your soul

Soulless and dead-eyed