Turn it up, from oceans to ashes
Got a welt for another excuse
Got no work, goin' 'Doin' a Jerry'
to do the Devil's work, it's dead overdue
Leave a trail of open graves...
it doesn't matter, 's how much money you made
Pull out the teeth, pervert all the jewlery
Throw down the vaul' 'coz it's silver in trade
...and so souls are sewn
Angelblods are woke, blood starts dripping
clouds over veins, your brains start cooking
howling vomit but this is what you wanted
the dollar
and its lurkin' for a minute...
this old kind of torture....a soul-kind of torture
to a living-dead!
...so souls are sewn
That's what you get for robbin' the grave.

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