The Maker - The Goddamn Gallows

See the churches burning down

Dead bodies blackened, lying on the ground

Ain’t a preacher to be found

All the saints and kings corrupted by the crown

I am the maker

I’m the one to decide your fate

I take you betrayers

Take you down, bring you down while you’re burning at the stake

Who will survive and what will be left?

As I walk down the line, pray you’re the last

I got a can full of gas and a hand full of matches

To burn all the crosses and light up the masses

See the government burning down

Dead bodies blackened, lying on the ground

Not a soldier to be found

All the saints and kings corrupted by the crown

I am the maker

I’m the one to decide your fate

I take you betrayers

Take you down, bring you down while you’re burning at the stake

Here is a shovel, now make you a bed

I’ll stand over your grave till I’m sure that you’re dead

A prayer in your throat, Lord, help me to choke away

Every last whisper, every last hop