| There’s a world dying at my door | 
| I would die just to taste its blood some more | 
| I knew a world lying at my door | 
| For my lover’s sins, they buried my soul | 
| White widow hear 'em say | 
| Her god is wrong, her time has run | 
| White widow hear 'em say | 
| My time is wrong, my god has run | 
| Well I know that my trial has gone | 
| Yes I know that my trial goes on again | 
| And I know that my trial has gone | 
| Yet I know that my trial goes on and on | 
| In my bed as I lied undead | 
| Making love to the snake inside my head | 
| On the floor like a beautiful whore | 
| What may never come may hurt no more | 
| White widow she don’t taste so sweet | 
| My god is wrong, my time has run | 
| 'cause I know that my trial has gone | 
| Yet I know that my trial goes on and on | 
| White widow sees the sun and sleet | 
| Her god is wrong, her time has run | 
| Well I know that my trial has gone | 
| Yet I know that my trial goes on again | 
| Seem unwell- | 
| Look like hell- | 
| But I don’t care- | 
| I’ve come a long way | 
| I’ve come a long way | 
| I’ve come a long way | 
| Since sunday- | 
| Girl, get runnin- | 
| Take a drive where your mind will cease to feel | 
| Stay alive if you feel you can stand still | 
| White widow she don’t taste so sweet | 
| Her god is wrong, her time has run | 
| White widow she is the sun and sleet | 
| My god is wrong, my time has run | 
| 'cause I know that my trial has gone | 
| Yet I know that my trial goes on and on | 
| 'cause I know that my trial has gone | 
| Yet I know that my trial goes on again | 
| Yes I know that my trial has gone | 
| Christ I know that my trial goes on and on | 
| Yet I know that my trial goes on again | 
| Yes I know that my trial goes on and on |