You better keep on runnin' from the mess you made
You can't lie it away, it's your way, or no way, baby
Go on and pull that trigger it's judgement day, you're gonna pay
There's no time to pray
Cause your way is his way, Monday to Sunday
Tuesday to doomsday
In the light, he'll never follow you
In the light, there's no control of you
But he's the choir you've been preaching to
As he takes you, and breaks you down
Yeah, you're goin' down
And did I mention that it's never gonna be the same, it's not a game
Yeah, it's much too late, 'cause your way is his way, baby
There's no time, space, or motion when there's hell to pay
You're just a name…
Cause your way is his way, Monday to Sunday
Tuesday to doomsday
In the light, he won't remember you
In the light, he'll need fight for you
But he's the choir you've been preaching to
As he takes you, and breaks you down
From the blood inside the darkest veins
He praises misery and raises cain
You feed the fire when you feed the beast
While he cheats you, and beats you down
Yeah, you're goin' down…
Monday to Sunday
Tuesday to doomsday
In the light, he won't remember you
In the light, he'll need fight for you
But he's the choir you've been preaching to
As he takes you, and breaks you down
(From the blood inside the darkest veins…)
Oh whoa (repeat) - there's hell to pay, it's judgement day
Oh whoa (repeat) - it's not a game, he's rasin' cain
Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa…
