Heads Will Hang Songtext
von Fit for an Autopsy

Death′s breath on the back of our neck
The bitter taste of blood, flowing in floods
Consuming all the rations, neglect is a crime of passion
I don't believe we′ve earned our keep or
Deserve this peace, self-centered catastrophes
Armies of fools will fall, nights of no end, writing on the wall

War is now the will of your God, the prophets hands are stained
War is now the will of your God
Heads will hang
Heads will hang

All hail the antiheroes, life reduced to ones and zeros
Expand and expire, voices of reason retire
The threat is real, when you can feel the pain they feel
The threat is real, when you can feel the pain they feel


The writing's on the wall
War is now the will of your God, the prophets hands are stained
War is now the will of your God
Heads will hang

(Soul seller, fortune teller, plague bearer)
The fog won't lift, these comforts are counterfeit
The kings of shame stretch the divide
The pieces never fit, first world counterfeits
The great collapse now justified

Peace is merely a gift for the privileged, safeguarded from the pain
This indifference is paid in blood, all hands our stained
The grip of oppression tightens the noose
But when they kick out the chair, heads will hang
Heads will hang

War is now the will of your God
War is now the will of your God