Slit throat holocaust, dark's the day to pentecost
Waiting for the ships to turn the tide
Black fiend, treachery, the numbers fall, you wear thirteen

Pray the demons can not kill the light
Killed dead, splitting head, making sure the lion's fed
Hanging by a thread that holds your life

Pain king, suffering, walk on through the acid ring
Imprisoned but your hands are still united
The fool's religion unprophet's truth

Live self destruction bad luck's your noose
Sin, sex, bad intent, making sure the moneys' spent
Wathing as your dollars turn to dimes

Death tax, broken backs, time has come to wield the axe
Paying for the check and all your crime