Album: Kill a Celebrity
These are the days of revenge so sweet
Can you feel it? Can you feel it?
There is a fear in the air that I have prayed for, for my whole life
Can you feel it? And do you fear it?
And Malcolm was right:
The hate that we've sown has come home in the night
So wake up It's time to die
Can you feel it? Can you feel it?
'Cause we've reached the end of the lies:
Just take a look at the papers, and your leaders:
They're killers and they're liars
See what they do in your name to make the bodies pile higher
The murders and the terror, they've done it forever
As we sit back and smile at the script that they sell us
So now they come for me
So now they come for you
We didn't hear and now there's nothing we can do
Holy Mother of Columbine,
Say a prayer for me and the USA
Blessed martyrs of Palestine,
Come and strike us down
How dare we pray?
Osama is the demon that keeps you all safe in your cells
Believe it Oh sweet revenge
And Jesus himself would condemn us all to this self-made hell
Can you dig it? Oh sweet revenge
Hell is the sign of our times:
But now the victims, they're rising;
Their numbers are multiplying
They want their revenge for the years that they've been dying
So now they come for me
So now they come for you
We didn't care and now there's nothing we can do
Holy Mother of Columbine,
Save a prayer for me
Blessed martyrs of Palestine,
Come and strike us down
Oh sweet revenge