You've got me looking like your favorite nightmare
All dressed in disease
I'll be floating through your holy visions
Tearing apart the scene
I've been surrounded by your holy red wings
They're gonna crucify me
They're standing by for you to say the word
So they sink their fangs into me
Give us your heart
Give us your soul
Give us your mind
Give us what should be yours to hold
You think you're doing me some kind of favor
Make me part of your holy regime
I'm tired of this manipulative blather
I've opened my eyes to see
You really wanna have to see my fangs?
For the love of god, just let me be
You pushed your dogma on me for the last time
My agenda is free to be seen
I'm not yours to mold
I don't wanna be a part of your cult
Panic Panic
We're coming after everything you hold dear
Panic Panic
We're coming after your soul
Panic Panic
We're coming after everything you hold dear
Panic Panic
We want your soul
