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