Feeling blue won’t really help you at all
So I just wanted you to be aware of it
The havoc you wrecked inside of me is right what I now plot for you

I fear no God and pour my scorn on you
Wiping off the blood with other blood
Your threats don’t make sense anymore

Feeling blue won’t really help you at all
So I just wanted you to be aware of it
The havoc you wrecked inside of me is right what I now plot for you. It’s not a joke

I tread on your God and pour my scorn on you

All your disciples have just left you there
And your fate has fulfilled with your death
As if tomorrow did not exist
As if your life was stolen by him
Heal my wounds, let me be my master, I’m my last hope