I am a walking screaming hell A thing of torture to behold This vivisection splits my soul A thing of torture to behold
Yeah, oh
Oh, where you run to Oh, won't take too long Oh, I've come to get you Oh, won't take too long Oh, and death should know me, yeah
Oh, no hesitating Oh, give up your heart Oh, it ain't so lonely Oh, without your heart Oh, and death should know me My hands are dirty with 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 Brand new god Brand new god
Oh, where are you running to Oh, it didn't take too long Oh, I've come and gone now Oh, you didn't take too long Oh, and death should know me My hands are dirty with his blood
Oh, and death should know me After all I prepared you for the second coming of my god Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
