I was born to make you sick, so quick to die
More cartoon porno than man, telling the perfect lie
Bible belts and shrunken heads coming after me
Tear down, rebuild, tear down
Your god is your worst enemy
Death-wish hand jobs
We love carving up our idols
I was reborn from skin to scales, now flesh is a trap
See how they die in my arms
Good side is no better than the dark half
The fix is overfed
Jesus loves junkies because junkies give good head
New eden's puckered to anti-love her
An angel gone insane
Serial killer of the afterlife
I wanna die ten-thousand times today
Miss Orgy-America is almost anatomically correct
It's all mine unless I stand in hell's way
Death-wish hand jobs
We love carving up our idols
See the world through my eyes
Revenge wears masks, fucking faces no one wants to see
That tiny boy has grown into a monster far beyond your control
Said you'd whip me into shape
Said you'd beat me into shape
Turning the other cheek as you beat the devil into me
The devil into me
We really are what we eat