• Rise unto the occasion,
    Sell your soul this faithful day.
    Do what we ask
    And receive endless pay.

    Think not of right;
    Think not of wrong.
    Listen to our words,
    And finish the deed.

    (It must be done)

    Your eyes may speak,
    Rivers of grief.
    In the end you'll need,
    Pills of sweet relief.

    This flower it lies,
    Looking up to you.
    Praying for salvation,
    Hoping for redemption.

    It must be done
    The old man speaks.
    It must be done
    These deeds of dread

    Swallow your thoughts
    Choke your ears.
    For if you don't
    they'll be no more cheers.

    Follow your eyes
    And speak your ears.
    The blind tongue man
    is about to appear.

    Oh the horrors.
    Oh the praise.
    Why does this happen
    On such a holy day.

    It must be done?
    Every man pouts
    It must be done!
    All the guns shout.

    You're a flower
    And I'm a Lion.
    You're a coward
    And I'm a nation.

    It must be done
    And you must die
    It bothers us none
    Go ahead and cry.