Gaghdad Songtext
von Scarlet's Remains

Rip it up, tear it down
Who will own this fight?
Spitting bombs across the great divide
Sent arrows, broken arrows, flaming arrows
Right into the heart of the city tonight
Apocalyptic pockmarks on the stretched out soul
Of a city now a monstrous canker, behold
Billowing smoke against the twilight sky
While the innocent suffer, weep and cry out

There is nothing more this time
Just the stench of rank decay
There is nothing more this time
And what price were you willing to pay?

Tell me, does your end justify the means?
Scythe in hand, we reap what sprung from bitter seeds
Tell me, will our hands ever be clean?


There is nothing more this time
Just the stench of rank decay (decay)
There is nothing more this time
And what price were you willing to pay? (To pay?)
The wicked sleep in their split-level homes
Content with lies they′re fed and doing what they're told
Living lives of excess with paranoid minds
Terror wrought in their name, and yet inherently blind

Rip it up, tear it down
What burden this fight?
Talking heads spew forth manufactured lies
And the zombie consumers work nine to five
While this fatal infraction eclipses the light
Apocalyptic pockmarks on the stretched out soul
Of a city now a monstrous canker, behold
Billowing smoke against the twilight sky
While the innocent suffer, weep and cry out

Tell me, does the end justify the means?
Scythes in hand, we reap what sprung from bitter seeds
Tell me, will my hands ever be clean?
Tell me, will my hands ever be clean?