| 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 | |
| Without your heart | |
| And death should know we | |
| My hands are dirty with his blood | |
| And I can take you there | |
| I've got a brand new | |
| GodAnd if | |
| I lay you there | |
| Under my brand new | |
| GodThen I will slay you there | |
| For my brand new | |
| GodBrand new | |
| God, brand new | |
| GodWhere 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 with his blood | |
| And death should know we | |
| After all | |
| I prepared you | |
| For the second coming of my | |
| God |