To execute 
You made no compromise 
Men aren't pigs - 
SLAUGHTERE
D Infected with a plague or rendered with a scalpel by you 
You make the claim it was just a job 
And killing's nothing more than sawing logs 
WASH YOUR 
HANDS BUT 
BLOOD LEAV
ES STAINS 
You don't deny 
You say you've a creative side 
The passion born to an inquisitive mind 
Entered men alive and destroyed them from inside 
It's true 
Extracted organs slowly one by one 
Your only goal to see the damage done 
IT'S YOU - 
You slid the razor 
YOU - The anti-savior 
YOU - The crucifier 
Babies bathed in fire 
NO LIGHT S
HINES From 
Dead Eyes 
It's odd how they match your own 
NO JUSTICE 
For the murdered 
Shoveled lives like lumps of coal 
YOUR VICTI
MS Fed the furnace 
In the blackened pit that was your soul 
Soulless and dead-eyed 
At the core 
You gained a thrill from the sickening stench 
The smell of terror as they 
MARCHED TO 
THEIR DEAT
H Carry out your orders like a patriotic soldier and maim, rape, and decapitate 
My only wish is that you'd face their fate 
IT'S YOU - 
You led the slaughter 
Mother, son, and daughter 
YOU - You drove the masses 
Bodies scorched to ashes 
NO LIGHT S
HINES From 
Dead Eyes 
It's odd how they match your own 
NO JUSTICE 
For the murdered 
Shoveled lives like lumps of coal 
YOUR VICTI
MS Fed the furnace 
In the blackened pit that was your soul 
Soulless and dead-eyed