Drawn And Quartered

<br> <br> Deliver to me the thieves, the murderers<br> And those with whom I find no fault<br> Just give me bodies - and the means to kill<br> It matters not who is guilty, who is innocent<br> It only matters where my fancy leads me<br> I live to please myself as you blood spills out<br> When you expire - there's a hundred more:<br> <br> All who came to see - the curious, the morbid<br> Nero decides their fate - the arena becomes an assorted<br> Spectacle played out en masse<br> You soul means nothing, your pain even less<br> As your loved one plead for my forgiveness<br> Not an ounce of mercy will I give out<br> <br> Bind the ropes, set the horses afoot<br> Wailing crise, limbs torn out by the root<br> Entertaining drunken guests as the Christians are martyred<br> Crimes so petty - the result - drawn and quartered<br> The result - drawn and quartered<br> <br> How can it be, as my own death is imminent<br> That you, oh Lord, still love me<br> A life in the pleasure of torture and murder<br> I can't understand it - I can't understand <br>