Bits of my guns are covered in blood
This town turned its back on the sun
Now they will see how swift judgement can be

Compared to a life on the run

Holy, the face of God appears to be

Holy, the face of God appeared to me

Another city glazed, carelessly placed

Withered and waiting for trial
And now we will see how swift judgement can be
When compared to a life of green eyes


Holy, the face of God appears to be
Mother Mary, let them know that

Slowly, hold me in your arms, appease them
Solely, forgive what I've done
I'm your son, please don't send me to Hell


These visions you see
They're not what they seem

Even a God can be wrong
This Virgin of peace
Is down on her knees

Begging for Death to move on

Holy, the face of God appears to be

Holy, Mother Mary, let them know that
Slowly, hold me in your arms, appease them
Solely, forgive what I've done

I'm your son, please don't send me to Hell

Please don't send me to Hell, oh no