Drawn And Quartered Lyrics - Tourniquet

Deliver to me the thieves, the murderers 

And those with whom I find no fault 

Just give me bodies - and the means to kill 

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 assorted 

Spectacle played out en masse 

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 death 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