Clean your mess and watch me wheeze
Putrid thoughts are my disease
We all turn into decay
Close your eyes and turn away
Free us from the sword, from the power of the dog
Feast your eyes no more on that tower in the fog
This whole machine is run on ruthless bloody cogs
Free us from the sword, from the power of the dog
Clean your mess and watch me wheeze
Putrid thoughts are my disease
We all turn into decay
Close your eyes and turn away
Free us from the sword, from the power of the dog
Feast your eyes no more on that tower in the fog
This whole machine is run on ruthless bloody cogs
Free us from the sword, from the power of the dog