Slit throat holocaust, Dark's the day of pentecostnWaiting for the ships to turn the tidenBlack fiend, treachery, he numbers fall, you wear thirteennPray the demons cannot kill the lightnKilled dead, splitting head, making sure the lion's fednHanging by a thread that holds your lifenPain King, suffering; walk on through the acid ringnImprisoned but your hands are still untiednThe fool's religionnUnprophet's truthnLive self destructionnBad luck's your noosenSin, sex, bad intent, making sure the money's spentnWatching as your dollars turn to dimesnDeath tax, broken backs, 'time has come to wield the axenPaying for the check and all your crime