Killswitch Songtext
von Konkhra

Remember the virtues of old
Dare not whisper the name of this soul
That lay to waste all of our mother earth
Left his kind dead stinking in the dirt

Left to rot where the bodies fell
In search of heaven stumble into hell

Killswitch, it fells the finger itch
It calls in silence to the ending of pain
Killswitch, killswitch, killswitch
It is conceived in the minds of the same


To split a head to see if it's thinking
And rush aboard a ship which is sinking
The human race has a common disease
Chanting praise of god with circus dog ease
Reverse the cycle of life
If death is tempting then hand them a knife
This life promised you everything
But in truth the dead knows nothing

Left to rot where the bodies fell
In search of heaven stumble into hell

Killswitch, it fells the finger itch
It calls in silence to the ending of pain
Killswitch, killswitch, killswitch
It is conceived in the minds of the same

Succumb all races of humans of earth
Enslave them all to death from the birth
From thy bidding a service for all
Enslaved for life until their heavens call

Once, twice a third time, kill
Our god he beckons this divine will
The faithless dead to honor our god
The faithless teaching erased from the earth, god wills it!