Stare in the face of the grim death

Screaming monsters bring me to deafness

My dagger and swagger are useless

in the faze of the mirror

When the mirror is made of my face



This is the house of death

even angels die in arms of daemons

This is the house of death

even angels die in arms

oh daemons



Hide yo heart in yo gut

But for what? When they're waiting to

pull you apart like a scarecrow

On death row, soon now all of your secrets are shown



This is the house of death

even angels die in arms of daemons

This is the house of death

even angels die in arms oh daemon



No-one is exempt from the odds of even

No-one is exempt from the odds of even

No-one is exempt from the odds of even

No-one is exempt from the odds of even

No-one is exempt from the odds of even