By my hand
But by your own choice
My venom you'll drink and in your drunken haze you'll
Proclaim the love for the sweet taste that is my malice
Your addiction will be the pleasure that will get you through
Your gray surrounding that you'll never know to be my child
You will drink the blood of "lesser" men
What you do not know you cannot taste
My wickedness you will eat and then
You'll wash your hands clean in their sweat
My venom you'll drink and in your drunken haze you
Will not know what it is that slowly kills you
Through my gift you will live
And by my hand you will choose to die
You will drink the blood of "lesser" men
What you do not know you cannot taste
My wickedness you will eat and then
You'll wash your hands clean in their sweat
You will drink the blood of "lesser" men
What you do not know you cannot taste
My wickedness you will eat and then
You'll wash your hands clean
You will drink the blood of "lesser" men
What you do not know you cannot taste
My wickedness you will eat and then
You'll wash your hands clean in their sweat
By my hand
But by your own choice