White Chapel

We've sent our own on a missionWe vote our sons to dieWell I can never fucking fathomAnybody's savior sending them to murder a nationStart a rebellion if you pleaseWell I pleaseAs I bring out your deadThis air has aged with such stagnanceAs we uphold and beholdThose whom have belayed these moldsThe molds in which we're forced to fitThe molds our people have been slaved withThe molds our children will be plagued withIn a world knee deep in bodies this air represents inevitabilityRebel, rebel, yell, rebel, hands upSelf govern or hop aboard with the impostorsI feel this notion hath waitBut I feel this notion has taken its toll on usRebel, rebel, yell, rebel, hands upDivorce all prior existenceAcknowledge the thought that there might be something moreThe more before the board had been builtThe pieces no moldInevitable destruction with no instructionLets give unto the man, as he has given unto usBring the metalWho brings the metal?The dead bring the metalThou shalt not be bent overThou shalt not further this crusadeWe'll sail our ships into your mother fucking icebergsRebel, rebel, yell, rebel, hands upSelf govern or hop aboard with the impostorsI feel this notion hath waitBut I fear this notion has taken its hold on usRebel, rebel, yell, rebel, hands upThou shalt not follow in their wayThou shalt not further this crusadeHead stones a row, fall in lineAs I bring out your deadThou shalt not further this crusade..We'll sail our ships into your mother fucking icebergs