Texty: Machine Always Wins (The). The Machine Always Wins. Party Lights.

Rise to your feet and dawn the mask for tonight is your excution
The gallows await, the ropes tied tonight you'll pay for your treachery
The crowd with closed eyes
Listens for a neck snap
An uproar for blood
No outcry for sympathy
What do you regret about the life you've lived? The jury choses to watch you swing. Nevermore will you remind me of all the years I've wasted. When the soul has left your body theres no choices left.
Your body's at our mercy your soul burns in hell. Cut the rope and blaze the kiln. We shall not be known for death.
Conciel every drop of evedence no one out side of this city shall hear of this