Sangtekst: Project 86. And the Rest Will Follow. Sincerely, Ichabod.

We once drew some lines in black
And right now, it's about time we took them back
So bored of losing ground to the heresy in our hearts

With a steady, steady hand, hand hammer, hammer
Blade, blade through your sweaty, sweaty skin, skin, skin
Please don't stay, we're well past asking
This time we'll make it clear, our point is made

You're no longer welcome here, wish you well
(But we)
With a steady, steady hand, hand hammer, hammer
Blade, blade through your sweaty, sweaty skin, skin, skin

Off with your head, we'll take it all back and then some
Never again, off with your head, we'll cut out all that's a hindrance
Bleed the old man

And just in case you want to protest your eviction, imminent
With a rolling head on the dirty pavement
And just in case you want to contest your destruction, evident

The decision, permanent, we'll send you out
So you'll know that you will find a bright shiny new home on the other side
(Never again, never again will you)

You're no longer welcome here, wish you well
(But we)

With a steady, steady hand, hand hammer, hammer
Blade, blade through your sweaty, sweaty, skin, skin, skin
I know who I am in the depths of spirit and truth

I've seen the face of redemption and he isn't you
I'm through indulging the tastes of my cruelest nature
So, I think this blade better suits you

Since we're the ones who occupy this temple
We'll be the ones who'll show you out