As the black hole sun begins to rise
The air is filled with cries
The screams of the weak
As I stab in slow
It feels ice cold
Til I start to twist
And rip you up
Let you know that you f*cked up
Pour your blood into a cup
Knock my head back
Sip it up
Lose control
I start to scream in tongues
Make you shriek and run
Right into the house of god
Right where you feel safe
Close your eyes and pray to him
Open up
You're seeing bloody nuns
Hanging
Swanging
From the steeple
Go ahead and get your people
Burn me at the stake
I'll spit in ya f*ckin face
Ripin up off that shit
Now you better hide bitch
You know you're gonna die