The one that you love
the one that will hurt you
the one up above
now a cold wind blows
it's breaking down the line

the nail in your neck
the knife in your side
to which you're devote
and you pay your tithe
the coins will reach your eyes

the one that is holding
the keys to your heart
that's bleeding and breaking
and there's no alarm
it's claws are in your eyes
and you come back
and you wanted
you'd fight back but you're haunted
and you wonder, is this the one...
i am not the one to follow.