You can get the golden ring
But I am getting Eternity
You can have the bird in your hand
But I’ve set traps in all the bushes
You’re wering the horns of hell
But I’m wearing the crown of creation
It’s just a matter of time
And I’ve got all archaengels on my side
Each and every time you hit me
I will give back bread tenfold
Without lifting the small finger
And you’ll cry hundredfold
There’s nowhere left to hide
And you’re the one who’s dying inside