Zaraza - Blood.ov.Psychiatrists

Drag them
Drag them out
Drag them into the middle of our streets

Skin them
Strip them down
Skin them in the middle of our streets

One day, one glorious day
We will finally create...judgement day
We will rip up their prescription pads
And we will finally crack open their skulls

Drag them
Drag them out
Drag them into the middle of our streets

Skin them
Strip them down
Skin them in the middle of our streets

In the middle of our streets
In the middle of our streets

Streets will run with blood
Sewers will buckle
Town folk with take selfies
With their children, now not helpless
They will all want to remember
So much joy to remember
How we celebrated the end
Of the recently dismembered

Of the recently dismembered
of the recently dismembered
of the recently dismembered

Dismembered...

Every town square will have a guillotine
And the angry crowd will cheer
As every town psychiatrist
Will slowly yet surely get dragged in
To meet their karma
And face their fears

Drag them
Drag them out
Drag them into the middle of our streets

Skin them
Strip them down
Skin them in the middle of our streets

That glorious day
That beautiful day
When we will run out...
Of the blood of psychiatrists!