Tourniquet Convulted Absolutes Lyrics

Deliver to me
The thieves and murderers
And those with whom I find no fault
Just give me bodies
And the means to kill
It matters not who is guilty
Or who is innocent
It only matters where my fancy leads me
I live to please myself
As your blood spills out
When you expire, there's a hundred more
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 a__orted spectacle
Played out en masse
Your soul means nothing, your pain even less
As your loved ones plead for my forgiveness
Not an ounce of mercy will I give out
Bind the ropes, set the horses afoot
Wailing cries, 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 lived in the pleasure
Of torture and murder
I can't understand it
I can't understand