The blood you seek is out there
On the frayed edges of town
Just point your boots, and follow
Your rotten heart
Walk without guiding hands
With a big stick, through promised land
In a world without shame
Set fire to all who admit no blame
A disease of rage and denial
When the darkness moves, better know how to burn
No escape from disease
With a big stick, through promised land
Never had to dig much dirt to find fear
The scent is enraging
Under the moon, the moves that you make
Are subterfuge, baby
Now listen to the sound of your mind
Being quietly blown
Lights up the soul and kills the night
All night, that’s right
A disease of rage and denial
When the darkness moves, better know how to burn
No escape from the sound
Of your mind being quietly blown
Blow them all away
Your closest friend, the enemy