Metal Church

Stick your fingers in the eyes of night
Rip open the belly of Death
And you'll see
What is real
Tear down the image of youth all around
Steal the dreams fromm their minds
And you'll be
All their lies
CHORUS
Can it be what you're thought to believe
It's nothing more than your mind can conceive
He's out there waiting for you
The psycho is ready to kill
Well you're a mean one a bloody bastard son
You think its all just for fun
But there's no setting sun
CHORUS
One way all the time