Cutting Your Head Off It's Not On Your Shoulders,
Stamping & Kicking & Pulverising Your Boulders.

Sick & So Twisted Pure Evil Inside,
Demons Take Form In The Flesh You Reside,
You Could Take The Reins But You'd Never Decide,
Lacking Control So There's No Need To Revive.

Let His Soul Sink As His Frame Rots Away,
Malleable In Death As Energies Like Clay,

Reformed & Reworked & Reinvoked When We're Made,
Spirits Impression From The Past Will Fade,
Resurrections Reincarnation Like The Phoenix's Way,
We Can All Leave Buy It Takes Steel To Stay