So the ones without sin
Are granted pleasures of murder
And the ones without skin
Leech of prana released
A life taking with a blessing
Has more value than a prayer without a kill
I throw the first stone
That will turn you into gold
No matter east or west
The truths already been told
I carry nails of god
That pierced the flesh of christ Lucifer
I never owned myself
I'm just a tool of spirit murder
Control is what the mortals lack
Those weak shall never become more than slime
The unwitting fools for spirit murder
So the wise lament for
Neither living nor the dead
And the mundane cannot escape
The static noise of entropy
Are granted pleasures of murder
And the ones without skin
Leech of prana released
A life taking with a blessing
Has more value than a prayer without a kill
I throw the first stone
That will turn you into gold
No matter east or west
The truths already been told
I carry nails of god
That pierced the flesh of christ Lucifer
I never owned myself
I'm just a tool of spirit murder
Control is what the mortals lack
Those weak shall never become more than slime
The unwitting fools for spirit murder
So the wise lament for
Neither living nor the dead
And the mundane cannot escape
The static noise of entropy