Trace Levels of Dystopia Norma Jean

[Verse 1]
The dead, the dead
The dead, the dead are coming back to life
The dead are coming back to life
Does it hurt you to know that
It doesn't hurt me at all, at all, at all, at all, at all, at all?
Oh, how they love to see the mighty fall

[Pre-Chorus]
Does it make me a bad person
That I can't wait for you to see what's coming?

[Chorus]
Before you know it, they'll send a flood of knives
Eager to hit your spine
This isn't violence, no, fantasy justice, yeah
The world's an empty stage and we're just watching it
Spite has become routine
Harrowing questions have easier answers

[Post-Chorus]
There will be hell to pay
There will be hell to pay
The dead are coming back
There will be hell to pay
And you'll see what's coming