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
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