I've been reborn, injected with the blood of martyrs
Deadly to the touch, the head of Gods and the lungs of monsters
Draw focus, proptosis
From the noose around my neck but bet I'm cross when I walk, I am Doc Moses
See? I'm a demon with a PhD
50 cc's of ipecac will leave me sprayin' green
I got a lot of bombs hotter than a second sun
The potter better check his wares, I'm Bob the Mr. Mega Ton
Give me credit, son. Collection plate is growing fat
Expand the merch and purchase certain Habits, get religion back
Spittin' black, balls of pitch stickin' to the fastest foe
As static dose of time-release capsules let me gas and go
The past is slow, but the present's slower when the ticker's fixed
Trip the trigger, you'll need more than pennies for the river Styx
A born again sinner spinning webs within a cloud of mirth
The curtain's closing in, so sit and witness what's in afterbirth

I am the hand of wrath, no turnin' back, you cannot save the lamb
But you will feel the heat when I am risen and I raze the land
I am the demon creeping in the darkness when the curse is cast
So clutch the purse and Polaroid the negative is here at last
I am the hand of wrath, no turnin' back, you cannot heal the lamb
Your fate is slated, it's too late so make your peace with being damned
I am the demon creeping in the darkness when the curse is cast
So clutch your purse and Polaroid the negative is here at last

I lit the candles, and burned them all at both ends
Bending spoons with mental strength and burning ants with no lens
I've harnessed body, mind and soul, the toll was what's in my head
I feel all, I know all, I am all but dead
Embrace the trinity and shield me when my guard is down
My infamy's infinite and will be till I dawn the crown
Unmask the gimp and see that there's no stigma like stigmata
Gotta collar me to heel but know the devil does wear Prada
I'm of two minds, the one who would eschew lines
Choose sides when the stars align, I'd rather choose signs
An army of the many legged, beg should you incite the clutch
I only turn your body into money with the Midus touch
The dark destroyer, though some would call me Abaddon
The angel from the depths of Sheol or death should I be saddled on
A born again sinner spinning webs within a cloud of mirth
The curtain's closing in, so sit and witness what's in afterbirth