Your god is dead
Your hands are soaked in blood
You liar
You're charged with death
Murder of what's pure
Perverted God for a fallen youth
They'll follow every single word you say
You're charged with death
Sell your soul, sell your god
Hide from all, who you are
The taste of gold, tastes just like blood
You murderer
Killed all my hope
Murdered everything
Innocence lost
There's no turning back
I question every single word you say
Now you'll never be able
To buy back what you've lost
Has it ever been worth it
Will it ever be worth it for you
One, eight, seven
Murder in the first degree