In a pit of snakes, dragon's den
I'm your only hope, your only friend
It floods every orifice
A blooming tide of ignorance

Miscreant beyond compare
That special kind of savoir-faire
Come with me, and we'll dance on air
Like Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire

Hard and fast, big and bold
For a favored son, I'll take it slow
Forget whatever you've been told
Falling limp as your blood runs cold

When the bell tolls
You know full well
I'll be coming for my pound of flesh
Rest in pity and regret
Got a special place for you in Hell

Always
Get what we
What we deserve

Ash to ash, dust to dust
Burnt each and every bridge of trust
Dimmed the light of everyone
Then turned the tables, playing dumb
A fevered dream beyond disgust
Tormented as you self-combust
Rotting bowels of misery
Where it's dark as far as eyes can see

When the bell tolls
You know full well
I'll be coming for my pound of flesh
Rest in pity and regret
Got a special place for you in Hell

Praise the damned
Mouth to mouth
What comes up
Must come down

Always
Get what we
What we deserve

[Guitar solo]