Oh, the bloodhounds spoor me down They track the smell
The false breath on my mouth They sense a corrupted past
Everything I've done Everything I've pondered upon Will be tracked down
And ripped to bits
The animal knows, the animal sense, the feeble animal in me, I have tried to hide for years,
It will be chased down
It will be chased down
And torn apart, left in sticky pools of blood.
The hounds don't mind the chase, they want the catch
Oh, your guilty conscience, your ill will motivations, your sentimental anger, it will all go down,
So bring it down
Bring it down
The hounds don't go for love, they go for your soul
The hounds don't mind the chase, they mind the catch
This is the blast
The eternal close
The spiral
The final somersault
This is the end
This is the end
You can start laughing
You can start laughing Rendered to a gory pulp by the bite of fate
Oh, for the carnival of love