The overalls of a traitor stained with blood cut from his own cloth
The smirk of arrogant planning gone absolutely perfect
The aroma of instant death signaled crimson and grey
Cut them twice
Drain them right
Hang them high, their uniforms silhouette against the sky
Snuffing the candlelight room by room, head by head, he collects
Midnight lies with the thief, hiding these stars glowing at night
If nobody wins, then everything will be quite alright
Cut them twice
Drain them right
Hang them high, their uniforms silhouette against the sky