Reapers in white coats, with scythes and pads
Pave the road with the sick and the dead
They've dug a hole where the scapegoats go to die
I've seen them all with their rolled back pretty eyes
Take my hand, we're going down
To see heaven's own hell
Heaven's own hell
Take my hand, we're going down
Where they are seen and never heard
Never heard
And I hope the trip is worth it
I hope the trip is worth it
To hear what they say when they swallow their tongues
To hear what they say when we swallow our tongues