Throes of Perdition

[Verse 1]
Blindfolded and gagged, stood waiting
With the whole world: my firing squad
At the edge of the world, I'm faced out
Staring the sun right in the eye

[Verse 2]
Vultures circle above, hyenas mocking the kill
Excrement drooling down their chins
Atop the cliffs, I look down, into the starving hell-mouth
The rabid foam crashes hard on its teeth

[Pre-Chorus]
Their mouths salivate
Fantasizing my gruesome ending
This world looks down upon
A man who can stand on his own two feet

[Verse 3]
As they're feeding their guns, "Ready, aim"
They say I'll live if I die for their cause
Living under the rule of fellow Cro-Magnon fool
They fear who leads and will kill to stay still

[Pre-Chorus]
Their mouths salivate
Fantasizing my gruesome ending
This world looks down upon
A man who can stand on his own two feet
Without eating from their claws

[Chorus]
Life feels like hell should
But this hell's so cold
Pull another knife out
Stick it with the rest of them
When my back is full
Turn me around to face it
Life feels like hell should
But this hell's so cold
Pull another knife out
Stick it with the rest of them
When my back is full
Turn me around to face it

[Post-Chorus]
Such melancholy, burning the stars from skies
As we melt, drowning inside their bloodied eyes
Hope is ravaged, running from lacerations
Sob so heavily, we choke, then we die

[Bridge]
Die
Die
Die
Die

[Solo: Corey Beaulieu]

[Solo: Matt Heafy]

[Bridge]
Die
Die
Die
Die

[Chorus]
Life feels like hell should
But this hell's so cold
Pull another knife out
Stick it with the rest of them
When my back is full
Turn me around to face it
Life feels like hell should
But this hell's so cold
Pull another knife out
Stick it with the rest of them
When my back is full
Turn me around to face it
Life feels like hell should
But this hell's so cold
Pull another knife out
Stick it with the rest of them
When my back is full
Turn me around to face it
Life feels like hell should
But this hell's so cold
Pull another knife out
Stick it with the rest of them
When my back is full
Turn me around to face it
Go

[Outro]
Sob so heavily, we choke, then we die