In Cauda Venemum

We're biting our tongues
An apparition awoken with an urge to own and occupy
Who ever said this was easy?
A majesty's massacre floods the fields of red
Blood to your body naturally rushes
The blood to your head, (to your head.)

And now with hands aligned
These arms move tonight
And we cry We can not allow this,
This is terrible.
With ideals we're idle as they lust for more.
Oh, if we settle the score
We've never been so excited to see you be...

In the cradle we are helpless
But on our feet we are fatal
How we evolve and grow into
Twisted beasts with a desire for disorder
Oh what a terrible, terrible game we play
Replacing the pawn for a body
And the players, politicians
Who say what they need to say.

Now with hands aligned
Arms move tonight
Here with abrasive eyes
Pain in plain sight
And we cry We can not allow this,
This is terrible.
With ideals we're idle as they lust for more
When we settle the score
We've never been so excited to see you be...