Satan Will Give You A Little Taste,

For Whose Sake Did You Live, For Whose Sake Did You Die? Forgive Me, Baby, For What I Didn't Do.

I Don't Need Your Organization, I've Moved Your Mountains And I've Marked You Cards, But Eden Is Burning. You Better Get Ready For Elimination Or Else Your Hearts Must Have The Courage Of The Changing Of The Guard.

There Is A House In New Orleans They Call The Rising Sun, And It's Been The Ruin Of Many A Poor Boy And God I Know I'm One.

Crimson Flames Tied Through My Ears Rolling High And Mighty Traps, Pounced With Fire On Flaming Roads Using Ideas As My Maps.

I Believe In You, Even Though I Be Outnumbered.