Mustard Gas - The Dear Hunter

Here they are
The wicked
A panic floods the field
Deliver it
Unthinkable
They play the part performing oh so well
With empty cause, they carry on
A twisted soul
An apparition
Born of a beastly brand
They butcher purposely
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 decide 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?
From the other side x8