He come slow, the slither manSo long crawls out of his own dead
skinHe come, he come
I come here for your painI come take all your pain awayTwo in
me, they can`t see who they areNo, no, no little voice, with
big horrorCome meet the advocate`s devilLeave your soul at the
doorAnd come on inside
Asylums of lost insaneA kiss from some slowly dying faceTwo in
me, they can`t see who they are no, no, no
Sex and death and the american westFuck us all, farewell to fleshI
want you, I want to, I want to kill youWanna kill your pretty
face, kill your pretty face
Come on give me a little piece of deathThe darkened heart inside
the selfTo lives to sleep, to dies awakeKill your pretty, kill
your pretty faceKill your pretty face
Tear the heart out of mother and mother bleedsCut mother open,
and the wounded mother dies