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
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 me
my hands are dirty wirh 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
you didn't take too long
and death should know me
my hands are dirty with his blood
and death should know me after all
