| Bloodshot on the panicked eye |
| Too gone for resolution |
| Too late for the gallant try |
| Or to find his own solution |
| Pray save us or to buy the plan, vengeance is my name |
| Too deep for a drowning man too deep to call him sane |
| In the farthest place from you |
| Where blood drips through your hands |
| The action deafens every word |
| That runs your master plan |
| Higher, go higher |
| Know you’ve paid for the best |
| Higher, go higher |
| Can’t pay in cash, take a pound of your flesh |
| Turned out where you’re left to die |
| Turned into this destruction |
| Set free where you only fly |
| To a promised resurrection |
| Pray save me, or to find a way, bathing in my blame |
| Tapped out but he has to pay, vengeance is my name |
| In the closest place to you |
| Where water fills your hands |
| Your thirst is gone with every taste |
| That fuels your master plan |
| Higher, go higher |
| Know you’ve paid for the best |
| Higher, go higher |
| Pay with your love, or a pound of your flesh |
| Don’t know you’re fucking with the best |
| All the competition laid to rest |
| Humble as you crawl out of the mess |
| One by one i count my pounds of flesh |