The little child is in the red-hot oven
Screaming to come out, screaming for mercy
The toilets resound with the cries of children
Plunged in the water so they will drown
These are the tortures god has in store
For children in hell, prepare yourself
Extremely high self-worth, extremely low self-worth
Equals a person who is very f**ed up
How can you think youre in control of your world
When you dont even know your own screwed-up mind?
Here is a gun, here is a bullet
Here is one more sob before you pull the trigger
It's all over
It's all over
It's all over
It's all over
Nothing will break if it isn't broken yet
Nothing is forever, especially your life
Why do you face another day when tomorrow you will burn?
In the ovens of god, you filthy children
These are the tortures god has in store
While we are alive and we die
It's all over
It's all over
It's all over
It's all over