| I burnt down your altars | 
| I drank your holy water | 
| Your sins ain’t mine and I ain’t gonna die for 'em | 
| I ain’t got no time for 'em | 
| No time to mourn for 'em | 
| There’s nothing to take back if it’s all gone away | 
| Feeling pretty smashed boy | 
| Taking out the trash boy | 
| Have a good look boy | 
| You’re gonna get the hook boy | 
| Nothing never real boy | 
| Looking kinda ill boy | 
| Regret is a bitch boy | 
| You starting to twitch boy? | 
| Breaking down your walls boy | 
| Better stand tall boy | 
| Don’t cry like a baby boy | 
| Get ready for it all boy | 
| You target my back boy | 
| You ain’t got the knack boy | 
| Today ain’t your day boy | 
| You best walk away boy | 
| Night falls down and they’re all around, around, around | 
| Might come 'round, pull you underground, a ground, a ground | 
| Git from 'round, git from 'round me | 
| You know what isn’t | 
| What ain’t right and wrong requires no saint | 
| Who you trying to be and why you trying to be it? | 
| Shut your juicy mouth boy | 
| Needle in the map boy | 
| Don’t wrestle the ghost boy | 
| You’re digging this hole boy | 
| Have another drink boy | 
| It’s come to the quick boy | 
| Don’t try to think boy | 
| You’re making me sick boy | 
| Night falls down and they’re all around, around, around | 
| Might come 'round, pull you underground, a ground, a ground | 
| Night falls down and they’re all around, around, around | 
| Might come 'round, pull you underground, a ground, a ground | 
| Git from 'round, git from 'round me | 
| Feel my irritation | 
| See my mutilation | 
| It’s your final invitation | 
| That’s right | 
| Look at me | 
| Look at me | 
| Look at me | 
| Look at me | 
| Look | 
| Night falls down and they’re all around, around, around | 
| Might come 'round, pull you underground, a ground, a ground | 
| Night falls down and they’re all around, around, around | 
| Might come 'round, pull you underground, a ground, a ground | 
| Git from, git from 'round me |