Lyrics

We are the Dead, we are the dead,
Here comes the candle to light you to bed
We are the dead, we are the dead
Here comes the chopper, to chop off your head
We are the dead, we are the dead, we are the dead

they have the souls, they have the souls
If there be any hope, it lay with the proles
they have the souls, they have the souls
they keep a blind eye when they’re paying the tolls
they have the souls, they have the souls, they have the souls,

You own the choice, you own the choice
Gather together and raise up your voice
You own the choice, you own the choice
A scream inside your head will block out the noise
You own the choice, you own the choice, You own the choice