Lover, you are my tantamount
Keeping my feet on solid ground
And I need you, I do
But I don't need your fear

This is the new face of death:
The face of endless torment
It's where your war is and where your life will end
At the hands of peasant's son:
You think you'll run
But I know where you hide
Among the rats and snakes and faithless men
"Oh, father pray for me"
They've filled me with lies to the brim
Shit

Down in the city, ain't got no water
I've gotta be the man, I can for my daughter

I'm coming out tomorrow
Lie to me baby, I'm afraid
I'm coming out tomorrow either way

We are the new face of death
So, take a good hard look
We're underneath your skin
We want the lives you took paid for in red
Got you looking underneath your bed:
For this monster you created. Now get bent
All out of shape
I'll fucking break you

If you're out here to run, then shut the fuck up

Lover, you are my Antebellum
Seizure over the weaker of me