Look around, it's all going black Tons upon tons and it's breaking our backs We're setting our course Leading ourselves, one by one To the butcher's block
We're sharpening the axe ourselves Grinding it sharper to cut through the world Touching the blade to the grinding stone Hold ourselves down awaiting the cut
We're killing ourselves by running away We've got to stop before it's too late Six feet under is where we will be Deeper and deeper We're digging our own graves
We're sharpening the axe ourselves Grinding it sharper to cut through the world Touching the blade to the grinding stone Hold ourselves down awaiting the cut
If we take the seeds of time And throw them to the wind To fall upon the infertile soil The weeds of carelessness shall overtake the land Until there is nothing left to destroy And if we fail we can't go back We can't go back It's in our hands The fate of man
Our heads on the block, is this the end? The decision is ours, our necks will not mend We're setting our course Leading ourselves To the butcher's block