Mangekyō

Signed the crooked line with the son of a pig And now you're wonderin' why there's a target on your head Dumb dog Bark a little louder so we can see the bitch you become when you're put on a leash Skeleton crew on the graveyard shift Turnin' out sites, buryin' secrets Pack of sick strays, hoarder of bones Fashioned some friends so you're never alone Never too soon, the thread is assumed The opaque get displayed by bullet wounds What God can infer all your genius from art? What God? What God ever gave a fuck? No Slaughtered angels in a circle of salt (slaughtered angels in a circle of salt) Rat traps in a rabbit hole (rat traps in a rabbit hole) Prostrate in the shadow of machine grime The second, third, fourth unbecomin' of Christ Everyone dies livin' a lie So feed your belief and leave it behind Dead of the night Red glowin' eyes Knife in my teeth Oh, but it's a gunfight So keep your wits around your neck (around your neck) And don't lose your fuckin' head Stay close to your silver bullet sweetheart And show these bloodsuckers some sunshine