Bring back the town square
Gallows brim at night, diners flipped to death
Bring back the stone press
Cheer with your pig mouths

Spectacle lines curve 'round roads toe to toe
Bars a barrel top on top, we can't make it to the end

But there's fire in these eyes ripped from skulls

Two here to take the taking
You can't see it, but believe it when I tell you we're all monsters
On the inside, on the inside
We're all dead, we're all dead, we're all dead