| You've got a need to suffer | |
| Prepare to duck and cover | |
| It's coming to you | |
| Words are unnecessary | |
| When you are dead and buried | |
| Does it matter to you? | |
| You've got a need to suffer | |
| Set fire to your lover | |
| It's coming to you | |
| No sense of precedent that | |
| Hate is the evidence that | |
| It all points to you | |
| You can't view the shoreline from the sea | |
| Now I wondered through the day | |
| This fucking look upon my face | |
| Blessed are the ones who help me on my way | |
| Now you're better off dead | |
| You've got a need to suffer | |
| Set fire to your brother | |
| It's coming to you | |
| No sense of precedent that | |
| Hate is the evidence that | |
| It all points to you | |
| You can't tell famine from disease | |
| Now I wondered through the day | |
| This fucking look upon my face | |
| Blessed are the ones who help me on my way | |
| Now you're better off dead | |
| You turn it off 'cause it turns you on | |
| We all burn up under the sun | |
| We're looking for you, I said | |
| We're looking for you | |
| You turn it off 'cause it turns me on | |
| We all burn up under the sun | |
| We're looking for you, I said | |
| We're fucking looking for you | |
| What is wrong again? | |
| What is wrong again?! | |
| It's our chance to make you suffer! | |
| We're looking for you | |
| Now I wondered through the day | |
| This fucking look upon my face | |
| Blessed are the ones who help me on my way | |
| Now you're better of dead, dead, dead |