It's hard to rid me of my sins
And I'm the only one who can do anything about it, baby
Good times have got to come to an end
And it's been far too long, since I last got my punishment from you, baby
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Why don't you go and ask your priest
About what Satan's done and what of humanity has become
And why don't you come join the beast
Instead of asking angels, 'cause they won't have anything that will save me
And you don't have anything that will save me
And I don't have anything that will save me
But now I have found something that will save me
And I'm not getting it from you, baby
I am war, I am famine, I am pestilence, I am death.
Apocalyptic in my body, I am death to myself.
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I am war, I am famine, I am pestilence, I am death.
Apocalyptic in my body, I am death to myself.