Fury Whip

Slit throat holocaust, Dark's the day of pentecost

Waiting for the ships to turn the tide

Black fiend, treachery, he numbers fall, you wear thirteen

Pray the demons cannot kill the light

Killed dead, splitting head, making sure the lion's fed

Hanging by a thread that holds your life

Pain King, suffering; walk on through the acid ring

Imprisoned but your hands are still untied

The fool's religion

Unprophet's truth

Live self destruction

Bad luck's your noose

Sin, sex, bad intent, making sure the money's spent

Watching as your dollars turn to dimes

Death tax, broken backs, 'time has come to wield the axe

Paying for the check and all your crime