You can hold your breath until you turn cold blue, before you inhale the putrid air that expels from me
Burn all the sinners, condemn me if you will

I may creep the night, but you lurk in the darkest of shadows
Empires rise
They fall
But every Sunday you feed the best that cannot be fed

The warm moist poison from your lungs can condense on the bottom of my car as your body entangles it's innards, as I chauffeur you to hell

I may creep the night, but you lurk in the darkest of shadows
Empires rise
They fall
But every Sunday you feed the beast that cannot be fed