At the end of the day
You will suffer judgment from your creator
At the end of the day
You will see the judgment from your creator
From your fucking maker
One by one, every last one will fail
We need tô figure out
How we're getting shelter in the darkest of days
Something's got me wishing you were fucking dead
You worthless fuck
I cannot wait until the demons build their barriers
Around your world
And all that's left tô do is run and hide way
I cannot wait until the demons build their barriers
Around your world
Run and hide away
Not even God himself could stop me now
Quickly turn your head so that they won't see your face
See your fucking face
