Heads Will Hang

	  		
Dm 
Death's breath on the back of our neck. The bitter taste of blood, flowing in floods 
Dm 
Consuming all the rations, neglect is a crime of passion 
Dm 
I don't believe we've earned our keep or deserve this peace, self centered catastrophes 
Dm 
Armies of fools will fall. Nights of no end. Writing on the wall 

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War is now the will of your God. The prophets hands are stained 
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War is now the will of your God.     Heads Will Hang 

Dm 
All hail the antiheroes. Life reduced to ones and zeros. Expand and expire. Voices of reason retire 
Dm 
The threat is real, when you can feel the pain they feel. The writing’s on the wall 

Dm             Gm               Am             Gm     
War is now the will of your God. The prophets hands are stained 
Dm                            Gm Am  Gm           
War is now the will of your God.     Heads Will Hang 

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Soul Seller. Fortune Teller. Plague Bearer 
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The fog won't lift. These comforts are counterfeit. The kings of shame stretch the divide 
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The pieces never fit. First world counterfeits. The great collapse now justified 

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Peace is merely a gift for the privileged, safeguarded from the pain 
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This indifference is paid in blood. All hands are stained 
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The grip of oppression tightens the noose, but when they kick out the chair, heads will hang 

Dm             Gm               Am             Gm     
War is now the will of your God.