I'm dreaming of the [bad word] from behind
 the clouds're getting clearer, it's closer all the time
 darker, taller, bigger, all blackness under wing
 reaping holy profits from the fear of absolutely nothing

 bloodbath - no one here will miss
 the stench of your abyss
 bloodbath - the blood is never yours
 whores, your followers

 I hear the [bad word]  I hear them down the hall, [bad word] 
 they're banging at my door, what do they got to sell
 everything moves slowly, I feel trapped and powerless
 my body weighs a thousand pounds and I cannot confess

 the door is crashing open, it's ripping from the wall
 no matter what I do I seem to do nothing at all
 the lights are getting brighter and they won't go away
 the voice is getting louder and there's no need to pray
 I think the world is stumbling, I think I feel it shake
 there's something in the room
 but there's nothing left to break
 the blackness getting bigger than the serpent's universe
 [bad word] angels lie and steal and spread the catholic curse