| Bloodshot on the panicked eye | |
| Too gone for resolution | |
| Too late for the gallant try | |
| Or to find his own solution | |
| Pray save us or to buy the plan, vengeance is my name | |
| Too deep for a drowning man, too deep to call him sane | |
| In the farthest place from you | |
| Where blood drips through your hands | |
| The action deafens every word | |
| That runs your master plan | |
| Higher, go higher | |
| Know you've paid for the best | |
| Higher, go higher | |
| Can't pay in cash, take a pound of your flesh | |
| Turned out where you're left to die | |
| Turned into this destruction | |
| Set free where you only fly | |
| To a promised resurrection | |
| Pray save me, or to find a way, bathing in my blame | |
| Tapped out but he has to pay, vengeance is my name | |
| In the closest place to you | |
| Where water fills your hands | |
| Your thirst is gone with every taste | |
| That fuels your master plan | |
| Higher, go higher | |
| Know you've paid for the best | |
| Higher, go higher | |
| Pay with your love, or a pound of your flesh | |
| Don't know you're ****ing with the best | |
| All the competition laid to rest | |
| Humble as you crawl out of the mess | |
| One by one I count my pounds of flesh |