| I am a walking | |
| Screaming hell | |
| A thing of torture to behold | |
| This vivisection | |
| Splits my soul | |
| A thing of torture to behold | |
| Where you run to | |
| Won't take too long | |
| I've come to get you | |
| Won't take too long | |
| And death should know we | |
| No hesitating | |
| Give up your heart | |
| It ain't so lonely | |
| W/o your heart | |
| And death should know we | |
| My hands are dirty w/ his blood | |
| And I can take you there | |
| I've got a brand new god | |
| And if I lay you there | |
| Under my brand new god | |
| Then I will slay you there | |
| For my brand new god | |
| Where are you running to | |
| It didn't take too long | |
| I've come and gone now | |
| You didn't take too long | |
| And death should know we | |
| My hands are dirty w/ his blood | |
| And death should know we | |
| After all | |
| I prepared you for | |
| The second coming | |
| Of my god |