Bruised floors bruised flames bruised knife bruised names

What we will erase

So simple for you to achieve money and respect

While doing your harvest of innocence

You are blind to see them just being your tool

Because you don't understand their language and soul

Now we cry out for them as a medium

How long does it take to become a victim

Pushed out by your hands smile before it ends

Brotherhood of murder rely on the past it's all you've got

We stomp onto the bloody ground don't try to do your final cut

The sound is getting louder these are words you should understand

And still you're deafened by dedication and complex

The final cut is ours