What shape now, is the [?], and, 
What price now, is the hate that I'm fuelling?
CHORUS
I'm king of a very small tribe, 
[?] of the minuscule enemies.
Let's all go to heaven at once, 
Just one blast for Justice then, 
Death! 
Holy words, and a blessed detonator, 
Inside eyes, like the [?]
CHORUS
Death! 
But it's not like you at all, 
Though he smiles at the passers by, 
And he works his digits raw, 
And he's [?] as a hearing aid.
And all the stars just slide away from me, 
And all desires are slipping out the door, 
So leave me where I lay my faithless head, 
Join your dots and keep it to yourself, 
Just leave me where I lay.
CHORUS
Just leave me where I lay.
CHORUS
Just one blast for Justice then, 
Death!