You see this world as your own

You think this life is yours

I've come to break you down

You're a commodity

This flesh is not your own

Your blood is currency

The beast has drawn your number

Stand straight,fall in line

All of your prayers won't be heard anymore

Your blood had been programmed to baptize the floor

And your grave is just a hole in this

Cold dead ground

This world has died around you

A fucking worthless cause

The eulogy is written

The casket burning

Begin the funeral march

Bend on your broken knees

They've drawn your fucking number

Stand still, taste the pain

All of your prayers won't be heard anymore

Your blood has been programmed to baptize the floor

And your grave is just a hole

In this hell

They've got your fucking number

I've got your fucking number

They got your fucking number

You're screaming, they're calling, you're bleeding

You're bleeding, you're hearing the calling

Bring out your dead