I am not afraid of you
You will not slow me down or stop me now
The hand of God won't be refused
Resist arrest, in short I'll bring you down
I'll make you wish you'd never been born
I'll make you wish you'd never been born
And all of this will turn to rust
Just as soon as the rain is dry
I'll be the last standing up
And you will suffer for your foolish pride
I'll make you wish you'd never been born
I'll make you wish you'd never been born
The ground will shake
The veil will be torn
I'll make you wish you'd never been born
You haven't seen
The last of me
Sharpen my teeth
Digging in deep
I'll make you
I'll make you
I'll make you, oh, oh
I'll make you
