| This is the day I’ll die |
| The scent of lust, my last goodbye |
| Devotion and distress |
| Love and tempting flesh |
| Of thousands battles I have fought |
| Like a falling Caesar now I rot |
| The night of the long knives |
| The weakness of our kind |
| A human messiah carrying the cross |
| Still to this day they follow an icon, I can’t believe it |
| Do you believe in the afterlife? I don’t |
| An eyeball in the mouth of the snake is pouring poison |
| Every day I’m lost and found |
| Torn and beaten to the ground |
| Like a poison tear that falls without a sound |
| Crying poison tears |
| Every time I fall again |
| A paradox that has no end |
| Like a vortex turning circles in the sand |
| Crying poison tears |
| On lost occasion avenue |
| Satan’s fisting his way through |
| The false legion of the dead |
| Puritanie filth they spread |
| A headless rider I wanna be |
| To spew out all my anger |
| The seven deadly sins |
| And the animal within |
| A human messiah carrying the cross |
| Still to this day they follow an icon, I can’t believe it |
| Do you believe in the afterlife? I don’t |
| An eyeball in the mouth of the snake is pouring poison |
| Every day I’m lost and found |
| Torn and beaten to the ground |
| Like a poison tear that falls without a sound |
| Crying poison tears |
| Every time I fall again |
| A paradox that has no end |
| Like a vortex turning circles in the sand |
| Crying poison tears |
| Every day I’m lost and found |
| Torn and beaten to the ground |
| Like a poison tear that falls without a sound |
| Every time I fall again |
| A paradox that has no end |
| Like a vortex turning circles in the sand |
| Every day I’m lost and found |
| Torn and beaten to the ground |
| Like a poison tear that falls without a sound |
| Crying poison tears |
| Poison tears my eyes still cry |
| Pouring venom till I die |
| On that day you’ll realize, it’s all a lie |
| Crying poison tears, crying poison tears, oh yeah |
| Crying poison tears |
| Of love and death, of earth and war |
| Death is the savior, life is a whore |
| Of hugs and lashes, of caresses and scars |
| There is a light, a riddle of stars |