Cheyne Stoking

A fucking retard

A spastic embarrassment

But he'd never have laid a finger on you

But you did what you did, and I'll do what I have to do

God may forgive them

But first they'll face the beast

It's raining here as night cowls the hills

I'm not even sure what I am anymore

But you - you're animals and I'll put you down like stray dogs

Put the kettle on, pack a suitcase

Ha! It's time for a trip

God may forgive them

But first they'll face the beast

This is almost a memory

We all died with the innocent

A long time ago

We're all dead men walking

And every breath is cheyne stoking

God may forgive them

But first they'll face the beast