Mustard Gas Lyrics - The Dear Hunter

Here they are 

The wicked 

A panic floods the field 

Deliver it 

Unthinkable 

They play the part performing oh so well 

With empty cause, they carry on 

A twisted soul 

An apparition 

Born of a beastly (brand?) 

They butcher purposely 

(...?) 

Beg for a reason he would allow this 

Look to the sky and say 

We would be better off without this 

Who would allow this? 

We've never felt alive 

But none of us can die just when we want to 

We're stuck in this disguise 

With leather skin these eyes decide to haunt you 

[Haunt you] 

But do we haunt you? 

(...?) 

Beg for a reason he would allow this 

Look to the sky and say 

We would be better off without this 

Who would allow this? 

[Repeat: x8] 

From the other (side?)