My heart beat stumbles and my back bone crumbles, I feel is it real as the lynch mob doubles.
They want blood and they'll kill for it, drain me and they'll kneel for it.
Burn me at the stake, met the devil made the deal for it, guiteens dreams ya they're guiteen gleems, the blood of they're enemies watchin while they sense me, 'sentancing decease, sentance decease' and watch them bask in the glory of their holy disease.