I felt you slip through my fingers
Been pushing me down
You writhed and slithered away
Low and behold, you're a failure
Confined to the ground
No pulpit could save you now
When can I send you straight to your grave?
I'll slit your throat, make sure you feel everything
Keep moving, keep moving
Keep pressing on, keep moving
I'll slit your throat, make sure you feel everything
Black clouds descend on your halo
Afraid of the sound
Peel back the scales on its eyes
Cut off the head at the altar
Straight to the bone
Just let it roll far away
When can I send you straight to your grave?
I'll slit your throat, make sure you feel everything
Keep moving, keep moving
Keep pressing on, keep moving
I'll slit your throat, make sure you feel everything