It seems the only way out 
Was straight over your head 
Too high for you to make out 
Too dumb to be misread 
Before we pass this sober point 
Make sure you're listening 
We kill it all and kill it off 
We kill it all then kill it off 
Until it's all dissected and filed 
Into a glove that fits 
Around the throat of a god 
We kill it all and kill it off 
We kill it all then kill it off 
Before we pass this sober point 
Make sure you're listening 
Inoculated on your tongue 
So numb from asking now. 
Right now, you owe me everything 
Right now, you owe me everything 
Right now, now, now, now 
You're not a fucking thing 
You're not a fucking thing anymore.