Turn their blood into ink
They have sent you a letter,
To come back home to play,
Our corpses you abandoned
But we won't be skipped and swayed
Trapped within these walls
You left our souls to drip away
But the reckoning has come today
Borris has no guts 'cause you
Replaced it with mechanical strain
This disorder kills your day
So you found all the pieces
But the ending is always just the same
Nod your head to the beat of death
As you draw your last eternal breath
Start to course right through your veins
You say we have no brains
We're just cartoons for your portrayal
To tell some tale about a boat and sail
But sure this inevitably unveils the fail
Will flood the floor and clean your slate
That your soul is now divine
Like he did to our shining stars
We're a whole new creature
You can't take away the pain we feel
So you've come to the end now
We are but punished serpentines
Your life with him was fun
But now the terror's only just begun
We're a new born cyanide!