Grovel on the ground and exhibit your woes to me
Bargain with your master who beholds your agony
Your gods are made disciples by the idol in disguise
So choose to sell your nature or beget your genocide

The spectacle of bloodshed consecrates our sovereignty
Anointed by the gore, we bring order to anarchy
Systemized amusement crafts our laughs from founded cries
The supremacist requests that your life be cast aside

Shed the blood, we call for encore
Take your bow, vile hypocrite
Justify, through monologues
The Genocide Spectacle

The audience applauds the master of battered marionettes
The patrons watch the game that must oblige their thin pockets
The blade that cuts the string shall hail another casting call
And so the show goes on so that the master spares us all

Culling of the herd of lower lives for our contempt
Scourge that lives within you right from our experiment
Your children birthed deformed is the price paid in your fall
Merged your torment to your bones, created animal

Shed the blood, we call for encore
Take your bow, vile hypocrite
Justify, through monologues
The Genocide Spectacle

I'm the creator of your pain
That you feel every day
So cleanse hate from your thoughts
And kneel before your god

Nigh, the day of law, the destiny that you oppose
Scars upon your fists shall not deny coming sorrow
So take your place among your brethren so menial
Speak your lines and wear the mask, abide the spectacle

Hail to your actor and hail your war hero
Damn the rebel who would threaten your sweet status quo
Hail to your conqueror who pleases our primeval
Hail the king whose crown is forged in bone and kept through evil

Shed the blood, we call for encore
Take your bow, vile hypocrite
Justify, through monologues
The Genocide Spectacle

Shed the blood, we call for encore
Take your bow, vile hypocrite
Justify, through monologues
The Genocide Spectacle