Don't think 
I can't see through you 
Don't think you would ever fool me 
I'll get what's coming to me 
From the womb unto the tomb 
The stagnant air that fills the room 
Into the shrine where you have knelt 
You felt the buckle now feel the belt 
Don't give it away 
Your deepest cut will leave no mark 
This sceptic skin will never scar 
Come breathe some light into my dark 
Be penitent and penetrate 
Between the liquor and all these lies 
See past the bruises of your hate 
Come face to face and meet your fate 
The weak will walk the sick will see 
Caress my cursed soul for me 
These begging hands will pray with glee 
Upon your blackened fists and knees 
This sleuth hound is the 
Lord of lies 
This boiling pot will draw the flies 
Write one more cheque before you die 
Repeat Don't think 
I can't see through ya 
Do ya think 
I'd ever fool ya 
You'll get what's coming to ya 
You'll get what's coming to ya 
You'll get what's coming to ya 
The weak will walk the sick will see 
Caress my cursed soul for me 
These begging hands will prey with glee 
Upon your blackened fists and knees