 Wave through the blood spilled on the floor, and if another one stands, I'll kill some more. Bullet in the beach and a fire in me, like a cigarette thrown to gasoline. If death don't bring you fear, I swear you'll fear these marching feet. Come to the nightmare, come to me, deep down in the dark where the devil be. In the mall where the jaws and the razor chain, where the brimstone burns and the angel weeps.