Voices from tapes
Shouting with twisted tongues
Emotional rape
Hell fire scorched lungs
Come on, Come on, Come on
Pay close attention to this
Let me give you something good to eat
Bite down hard 'til it sticks between your teeth
Glory, glory we've killed the beast
Blinded by glittery diamonds
Resting on crooked fingers
Shaded eyes they are the ones
Who'll lead you to your deliverance
From the figure of doom
Force you to understand
Lock you in a room
With a holy roller and a one man band