Dress me in your cloak, induct me into your cult
Use an open tomb as my throat, the laws that I live by will not replace the reason he died, brainwash me with set standards and a loss of hope
Then put me under this microscope
Do I fit the perfect description?
Poster boy for your artificial religion
Do I fit the perfect description?
Never!
You filled the world with fervent deceit, now the serpent and the servant meet
Behold your end when you seduce with corruption
False light draws false life
When the depths have risen we will bring down the heavens
The laws that I live by will not replace the reason he died
Brainwash with set standards
False light draws false life
Hell Must Fear Me!
Hell must fear us all
Serpent servant bring your fury
Hell must fear me!