you built me up with your wishing hell


I didn·t have to sell you


you threw your money in the pissing well


you do just what they tell you


REPENT, that·s what I·m talking about


i shed the skin to feed the fake


REPENT, that·s what I·m talking about


whose mistake am i anyway?


Cut the head off


Grows back hard


I am the hydra


now you·ll see your star


prick your finger it is done


the moon has now eclipsed the sun


the angel has spread its wings


the time has come for bitter things