Getting Even

Why is it they believe anything? All you do is shovel lies down our throat They just open their mouths And ask for more When they should open their eyes And see how things are We won't give up We will convert We will reveal those truths that You carefully conceal We will shatter your delicate plan You will descend to the purgatory you came from All those souls you annihilated Are turning on you 'cause now they see You must be exterminated After pillaging their now burnt out cities The Anarchic People, savage, wild, fun They chased you down the lightless alley, And now you've been Out run.