Death Unto My Enemy

Sundays for the black I skin everybody else of their hides I can hear the whispering as I burn the holy scribes Restless in your coffin as you beat down on the walls There's no stage Opium rage Just give it to me And get it on Get it on Death unto my enemies Get it on This ones too heavy I couldn't give myself away Intensive, never sold and now I can't be saved I don't know just what it is but the power drains the soul Get a scope and get it gone Come on yeah Sober as a nun on Easter, skeletal and thin Yeah some mighty Satan goals and I got to get believed Get it on Get it on Death unto my enemies Get it on Death unto my enemies Come on yeah Beat down on the freak yeah Come on yeah Here upon the freak yeah Get it on Death unto my enemies