I could see them smile, doused in gasoline

Offer up their child as they burn and scream

My parents sold me to a preacher

Now I miss my mom and dad

I heard they joined a cult

They say, "Mass suicidal death"

I′m lock inside the church

They say the prophecy's foretold

Strapped to the altar

I′m the sacrifice they owe

They'll chase me through the graveyard

I hear their guns

I hide behind the chapel

They out for blood

They'll call you brother

Then they′ll turn around and chop off your hand

Can′t trust your mother

'Cause your father was a travelling man

Stone written tablets in the basements

Where authored etched their lives

They′ll sell you your forgiveness

If you pay them with your life

An actor in his mansion

Hold a party where they'll meet

Strapped to the table

Let the holy have their feast

They′ll chase me through the graveyard

I hear their guns

I hide behind the chapel

They out for blood

They'll call you brother

Then they′ll turn around and chop off your hand

Can't trust your mother

'Cause your father was a travelling man

They′ll preach salvation

As they tie my limbs and rip out my teeth

They′ll soak their daggers

In the pig's blood as I beg and I plead