The Resurrectionists (The Defiled)

'Cause we'll defy the maker To make our own survive 'Cause we're the tainted ones But we are the saviours of you all Dig up the corpses Let the blood run free We need to see things die To bring the dead to life Humanity rests on plagues of locusts Clip their wings to teach the world to fly Because your feet are at rest When the bombs start falling down And the spooks in your closet Are the smiles of discontent Let the gallows fall I will be the knife Reach for our voices when End of day has been and gone Humanity rests on plagues of locusts Clip their will to teach the world to fly 'Cause we're the poison in your blood And we're the noose around your neck The resurrectionists feeding from the cradle to the grave 'Cause we'll defy the maker To make our own survive 'Cause we're the tainted ones But we are the saviours of you all Dig up the corpses Let the blood run free We need to see things to die To bring the dead to life Humanity rests on plagues of locusts Clip their wings to teach the world to fly 'Cause we're the poison in your blood And we're the noose around your neck The resurrectionists feeding from the cradle to the grave 'Cause we're the poison in your blood And we're the noose around your neck The resurrectionists feeding from the cradle to the grave To the grave As we pray for floods, as the seasons change The resurrectionists feeding the lives The resurrectionists feeding the lives