Tourniquet - Drawn And Quartered lyrics

[Words & music - Kirkpatrick] [2 Samuel 24:14, Psalm 103:4] Deliver to me the thieves, the murderers And those with whom I find no fault Just give me bodies - and the means to k** It matters not who is guilty, who is innocent It only matters where my fancy leads me I live to please myself as you blood spills out When you expire - there's a hundred more: All who came to see - the curious, the morbid Nero decides their fate - the arena becomes an a**orted Spectacle played out en ma**e You soul means nothing, your pain even less As your loved one plead for my forgiveness Not an ounce of mercy will I give out Bind the ropes, set the horses afoot Wailing crise, limbs torn out by the root Entertaining drunken guests as the Christians are martyred Crimes so petty - the result - drawn and quartered The result - drawn and quartered How can it be, as my own d**h is imminent That you, oh Lord, still love me A life in the pleasure of torture and murder I can't understand it - I can't understand