I CAN'T TAKE IT SO PLAIN
CAUSE THE VILE OBSERVER IS ME
OF THE BLOODY THIRST IN MY HANDS
DRAINING MY OWN SOUL GRIP
INFANTS LEAVING THEIR CRUSTS
ISOLATING ALL OF OUR MASKS
SUCH RELIGIOUS TREACHERY
OF THE BLOODY THIRST IN MY HANDS
CHORUS:
BURN TO THE GROUND
MIND NO FEAR ELECTRIFY ME WITH CYANIDE
IDOLS, CROSSES, AND SEXY LOVERS WHO FOOL AROUND
THERE IS NOTHING SO JUSTIFYING I GOT TO FIND
FEEL... YOUR YESTERDAY
THE GAME... AIN'T OVER, YET
TASTE AND SENSE NEVER END
A FEAST FOR MY MACHINE HANDS
FEEDING ALL MY INSTINCS
BODY THIRST FOR EXCESS
