Run for your life
Blood is on the hook
Blood is on the hookHey
Your lips are cracked and black as sorrow
Hey
Your soul is cold as iceEat your sinConfess your crime
Choke on your greed
Swallow it down
I want torture
Arms and corporations
No control, president or parliament
Feed my hunger with poverty
Feed my anger with children
Feed my lust with bikini food
Feed my ego with luxury
I'm having a good time
And I want my nation to break downPlace your heart
In a golden cup
Greet your victims
With a smile
Eat the dust
Of the frozen souls
Cold-blooded mind
Of a cannibalRun
Run
Run