Infatuated even by the air you breathe
From behind you I will never leave
When will I stop?
I'll never cease!
I will be your maker
I will be your king
You send your prayers up high
You won't get a f**ing thing
My veins they start to burn up
My eyes turn Crimson red
So give me one more second
And you'll be f**ing dead
Your screams will fall in a world that will not listen
The story will be heard but your body will be missing
I'll be your maker
I'll be your king
You send your prayers up high
You won't get a f**ing thing
I'll slit, I'll f**, you preaching?
You scream, you run, no leaving
The purge, the cleanse, all bleeding
No Saint, no God, no healing
I'll slit, I'll f**, you preaching?
You scream, you run, no leaving
The purge, the cleanse, all bleeding
No saint, no God, no healing
Street case murder