Mangekyō

Signed the crooked line with the son of a pig

And now you're wondering why there's a target on your head

Dumb dog

Bark a little louder so we can see

The bitch you become when you're put on a leash

Skeleton crew on the graveyard shift

Turning out sites, burying secrets

Pack of sick strays, hoarder of bones

Fashioned some friends so you're never alone

Never too soon, the thread is assumed

The opaque get displayed by bullet wounds

What god can infer all your genius from art?

What god?

What god ever gave a fuck?

Slaughtered angels in a circle of salt

Slaughtered angels in a circle of salt

Rat traps in a rabbit hole

Rat traps in a rabbit hole

Prostrate in the shadow of machine grime

The second, third, fourth unbecoming of Christ

Everyone dies living a lie

So feed your belief and leave it behind

Dead of the night

Red glowing eyes

Knife in my teeth

Oh, but It's a gunfight

So keep your wits around your neck

And don't lose your fucking head

Stay close to your silver bullet, sweetheart

And show these bloodsuckers some sunshine