I can rip out your flesh from the inside
Planting pomegranate seeds so far
Down into your chasm of a heart
They may send you to hell
Before I get the chance
A meek mask has fooled you
Shall my filth infect
Let yourself be ground to dust
Cry for John when
Genesis screams your name
Final judgement will hunt you down
So beg for anything
To save everything
The lamb rarely forgets