The feeling of dread
Dreamt what's-his-name was dead
Or maybe was Christian
Can't tell you though
Christian, Christian
Lining them up for the witch hunt
Christian, Christian
Will it be sink or swim
Christian, Christian
You and yours, like the wolf-pack
Christian, Christian
Moving in for the kill
The needles, I dream
I'm keeping them so clean
We'll finish what we have
We're finished
Christian, Christian
Lining them up for the witch hunt
Christian, Christian
Will it be sink or swim
Christian, Christian
You and yours, like the wolf-pack
Christian, Christian
Moving in for
Moving in for
Moving in for the kill
There was blood on the walls
And those brutality needles
There was blood on the walls
And those brutality needles
When he thought he was losing
Was when I knew that he had won
There won't be blood on my hands
For things I never believed in
I'll admit I'm a loser
Please just send me home
Christian, Christian
Lining them up for the witch hunt
Christian, Christian
Will it be sink or swim
Christian, Christian
You and yours, like the wolf-pack
Christian, Christian
Moving in for the kill
