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

Where even angels die in arms of daemons

This is the house of death

Where even angels die in arms from a daemon

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

Where even angels die in arms of daemons

This is the house of death

Where even angels die in arms from a 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