God is a bastard
I know because he made me just like him
He made me to make sure you don't get away with what you did
I know your wretched spine splintered
Under the weight of all your sin
I'll take a pound of flesh for every bruise
You pooled under their skin
Mouth full of blood, fist full of teeth
Say your prayers, you don't cross paths with me
Mouth full of blood, fist full of teeth
Say your prayers, you never cross paths with me
Simple tools for simple hands
Slow ways to kill a man
Simple tools for simple hands
Slow ways to kill a man
Simple tools for simple hands
Slow ways to kill a man
Simple tools for simple hands
Slow ways to kill a man
Simple tools for simple hands
Slow ways to kill a man