Lyrics Cost of the Dead - BEACONS

Cost of the Dead

There’s a fine line between conversion and perversion and tonight you cross the
line
The only idea in your head is converting the masses
Your life is a lie
Change yourself before you tell someone else how to live their life
Is the cost of a single life the same price as a million dead?
We will kick you out into the street with the gnawing and clashing of teeth
Then six feet underneath
Where the worms of the earth wont have pity for the fake
Their blood is, on your hands
And did they, deserve this
Their blood is on your hands
You’re the one that’s going to burn
In due time, you will soon learn