I built the cross
I am the beast the wicked hand
That pulls you under until you can't breathe
Choke on the pain of my wrath
Understand that it will never end
Pure ecstasy in your misery
Your heart beats quicker inside your chest
I will be your end
I am the problems
Is there no hope for me?
I am the problems
Is there no hope for me?
I am the problems
Out flows the blood of the innocent
Long live the path of destruction
No peace
No peace
You will fear my face
We have created our end
A fate we can no longer fend
Breeding minds to hate spite and grasp at any growing trend
We brought the flames
I will be your end
I will be your end
I am the problems
Is there no hope for me?
I will be your end
I am the problems
Is there no hope for me?
I am the problems
I built the cross