Hydra
Fit for An Autopsy Lyrics
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Consuming all the rations, neglect is a crime of passion.
I don't believe we've earned our keep or deserve this peace, self centered catastrophes.
Armies of fools will fall. Nights of no end. Writing on the wall.
War is now the will of your God. The prophets hands are stained.
War is now the will of your God. Heads Will Hang.
The threat is real, when you can feel the pain they feel. The writing's on the wall.
War is now the will of your God. The prophets hands are stained.
War is now the will of your God. Heads Will Hang.
Soul Seller. Fortune Teller. Plague Bearer.
The fog won't lift. These comforts are counterfeit. The kings of shame stretch the divide.
The pieces never fit. First world counterfeits. The great collapse now justified.
Peace is merely a gift for the privileged, safeguarded from the pain.
This indifference is paid in blood. All hands our stained.
The grip of oppression tightens the noose, but when they kick out the chair, heads will hang.
War is now the will of your God.
The lyrics of "Heads Will Hang" by Fit For An Autopsy explore the themes of war and the toll it takes on society. The opening lines, "Death's breath on the back of our neck. The bitter taste of blood, flowing in floods" set a grim tone, portraying the grim reality of war. The following lines, "Consuming all the rations, neglect is a crime of passion. I don't believe we've earned our keep or deserve this peace, self-centered catastrophes" criticize the sense of entitlement that can lead to war and the lack of responsibility taken by those who start conflicts.
The chorus of the song, "War is now the will of your God. The prophets' hands are stained. Heads Will Hang" references the idea that war is often justified or carried out in the name of religion or a higher power. The prophetic imagery suggests that those who claim to speak for a divine entity bear responsibility for the bloodshed that ensues.
The verse, "All hail the antiheroes. Life reduced to ones and zeros. Expand and expire. Voices of reason retire" explores the themes of heroism and morality during wartime. The idea of "life reduced to ones and zeros" suggests a dehumanizing effect of war, where individuals become mere pawns in a larger conflict. The voices of reason retiring suggest that those who would seek to end or avert war are silenced or ignored. The lyrics continue this theme with lines such as "The threat is real when you can feel the pain they feel. The writing's on the wall," painting a picture of a society doomed to repeat the same mistakes.
Overall, the song is a critique of warfare and the often-dire consequences it has on individuals and society as a whole. The lyrics suggest that indifference to the suffering of others is paid in blood, and that those who start wars and profit from them will eventually face their reckoning.
Line by Line Meaning
Death's breath on the back of our neck. The bitter taste of blood, flowing in floods.
Death is imminent and constantly looming over us. The violence and bloodshed is overwhelming.
Consuming all the rations, neglect is a crime of passion.
Ignoring basic human needs is a selfish act that causes harm to others.
I don't believe we've earned our keep or deserve this peace, self centered catastrophes.
We have not worked hard enough to justify our comfortable lives. We are responsible for our own problems.
Armies of fools will fall. Nights of no end. Writing on the wall.
Many ignorant people will suffer and die. There is no end in sight to the suffering. The signs of trouble are clear.
War is now the will of your God. The prophets hands are stained.
Religion has become an excuse for violence and wrongdoing. Leaders of religion have blood on their hands.
Heads Will Hang.
People will be held accountable for their actions and face consequences.
All hail the antiheroes. Life reduced to ones and zeros. Expand and expire. Voices of reason retire.
People worship those who go against the norm, even if it leads to destruction. Life is controlled by technology that dehumanizes us. Wise voices are silenced.
The threat is real, when you can feel the pain they feel. The writing's on the wall.
We must empathize with those who are suffering in order to understand the real danger that awaits us. The danger is imminent and cannot be ignored.
Soul Seller. Fortune Teller. Plague Bearer.
People who exploit others for their own gain will suffer consequences. Those who prophesize doom and destruction will bring it about. Those who sow chaos and destruction will reap it.
The fog won't lift. These comforts are counterfeit. The kings of shame stretch the divide.
We cannot see clearly because we are blinded by false comforts. Those in power who are ashamed will continue to create divisions.
The pieces never fit. First world counterfeits. The great collapse now justified.
The world is broken and will never be fixed. The comforts of the first world are fake. The inevitable collapse is a result of our own actions.
Peace is merely a gift for the privileged, safeguarded from the pain.
Peace is only enjoyed by those who can afford it, while the less fortunate suffer in violence and chaos.
This indifference is paid in blood. All hands our stained.
Ignoring the suffering of others will lead to violence and death, and all are responsible for these consequences.
The grip of oppression tightens the noose, but when they kick out the chair, heads will hang.
Oppression is tightening its hold, but eventually those in power will be held accountable for their actions and face consequences.
Writer(s): William Scott Putney
Contributed by Lucas F. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Chris
I watched a man die in the cold
He slept in the street
We left him there with nothing to eat
I watched a man burn in the coals
Shoveling shit into a furnace
Trading a check for his soul
The city is a fucking prison
Force fed failure. Eat what you're given
The ivory tower, the higher power
I swear they're laughing as we claw at the scraps
We were the lions, now we bow to the hydra
'Cause when you cut off the head
Fucking two grow back
Fucking two grow back
The ivory tower, the higher power
I swear they're laughing as we claw at the scraps
We were the lions, now we bow to the hydra
'Cause when you cut off the head
Fucking two grow back
See them at their worst
Another day goes by
Everything I love dies in the passenger side of the hearse
Lower the bar
It's pathetic to think
I knew their souls would sink, but I never knew how far
Repetition is only failure
Repetition is only failure
Repetition is only failure
Repetition is only failure
The cycle repeats
A march towards defeat
The wretched accept it, a bleak tomorrow
The fathers of greed sow the seeds for sons of sorrow
The wretched accept it, a bleak tomorrow
The fathers of greed sow the seeds for the sons of sorrow
I watched a man die in the cold
He slept in the street
We left him there with nothing to eat
I watched a man burn in the coals
Shoveling shit into a furnace
Trading a check for his soul
The city is a fucking prison
Force fed failure, eat what you're given
The ivory tower, the higher power
I swear they're laughing as we claw at the scraps
We were the lions, now we bow to the hydra
'Cause when you cut off the head
Fucking two grow back
Fucking two grow back
I watched a man die in the cold
I watch a man burn in the coals
I watched a man die in the cold
I watch a man burn in the coals