Wrapped up in a suit of blood, walks a man With a switchblade for a hand, his children huff more gasoline Moronic bomb expels to make us clean When will we learn that it won't always be our turn This...
And I shall pay, for your impotent empty soul Slayed with a kitchen knife, no remorse Crushed into circuitry Run for your life God will roll your dice The diseases laughed and said, "your history...