The Dear Hunter - Mustard Gas lyrics

Here they are the wicked
A panic floods the field
Deliverance unthinkable
They play their part, performing oh so well

With empty cores they carry on
("A twisted soul") "An apparition"
Born of a beastly brand
They butcher purposely
(Just have the sense to run away)

Scream at the sky and beg
Beg for a reason he would allow this
Look to the sky and say
"We would be better off without this"
"Who would allow this?"

We've never felt alive
But none of us can die just when we want to
We're stuck in this disguise
With leather skin these eyes
Designed to haunt you but do we haunt you?

Scream at the sky and beg
Beg for a reason he would allow this
Look to the sky and say
"We would be better off without this"
"Who would allow this?"

You're on the other side
You're on the other side
You're on the other side
You're on the other side
You're on the other side
You're on the other side
You're on the other side
You're on the other side