It's time,
Go get the gun,
The one your family's hiding from
Sleeping in the dresser drawer,
Do pull its trigger I implore,
Shoot your parents then yourself,
Push your life right off the shelf
Die for metal,
Leave this hell,
Take this oath of blasphemation
When asked to kill you won't or will
Cast aside the weak
When lord Belial
Your name he calls
Conquer or wallow in defeat
Blood in the ink
The unholy writ on contract for your soul,
Of your feeble peasant minds we have control
We yank these hidden strings,
The ones that make the razors go,
We're cancelling your favorite show
We've pulled the plug,
We've closed the curtain
Drinketh deep now this cup of poison,
And drag a blade right through your veins
Slaughtering every soul around you
Of mortality you'll take the reigns,
You've broken your bones in violent ritual
Tattooed black your flesh in our name,
We ask you now to wield the razor
At our command you'll worship pain
Calligraphy in crimson ink,
Thick and dark each stroke
I hereby swear my life to him,
Here is the sacred parchment,
Now part your skin and sign below
[Solo]
When asked to kill you won't or will
Casting aside the weak
When Lord belial
Your name, he calls
Conquer or wallow in defeat,
Our blood is Satan's,
Blood in the ink
Drinketh deep now this cup of poison,
And drag a blade right through your veins
Slaughtering every soul around you
Of mortality, you'll take the reigns,
You've broken your bones in violent ritual
Tattooed black your flesh in our name,
We ask you now to wield the razor
At our command, let your life drain
Suicide is the only way out