Smoking, resting on its grave
The [bad word] where it lies
No more [bad word]  no honest games
The serpent writhes within us all

Lava streams of molten flesh
Into their mountain homes retire
Now sleeping eyes of death awake
Your [bad word] of choice, [bad word] or lie

I believe you and me
I believe evil
I believe you will see
I believe evil

What does not kill it
Makes it strong
The carcass stirs
It will not die

It feeds on you
It feeds on me
I know his name
You know mine too

I believe you and me
I believe evil
I believe you will see
I believe evil

I believe you and me
I believe evil
I believe you will see
I believe evil