I'm consumed, you're consumed They're consumed, we're all fuckin' consumed And still with no mercy for you 13 knots bring the fairies Opposed by the heartless God Whispered winds say "Spit in the face of the bastard child" Deny all the things that you've been taught And the bitter thoughts that my heart knows far too well And I've touched the face of God And it is cold, it is dead And the face of God is dead And I'll save you From the things that you saved me from I'm gonna take your life in cold blood And I'll give you a taste of Hell Are my ways catching up with me? The things I feel and the things that I see There's more than one way I can hurt you Don't think I'm done when I'm not through Little friends with bent halos And the bitter thoughts that follow where I go We are Gods if we are heartless Drink his blood and piss on that bastard's corpse When it's tied in 13 knots
