I was born of fire and gasoline
A fuel-injected fireball
A chrome-domed man-eating
War machine
With a heart as black as coal
Black-clad, red eyed and raven-clawed
Two fisted terror ten feet tall
Read my unholy signs
Branded with three inverted nines

I am the reason god stopped watching
A winter season without end

Pure evil, baby
(I am your bane)
Look upon my face
You've never seen the likes of me
(A deadly fever)

Seven silver serpents circling
My hand-made crown of thorns
Jack boots, high heels
And nine inch nails
Hammered through my open palms
Card carrying criminal cliché
Red riding hood raped royally
I feed on innocence
The big bad wolf,
He ain't got shit on me

I am the reason god stopped watching
A winter season without end
A virus - A fever - Hell's fire - Guitar!

Seven serpent circling
My crown of thorns
I was born of gasoline a fireball

No pain, no gain
No guilt, no shame
No weakness... hesitation
No fear, no brakes
No saints, no shakes
Only retaliation

Seven serpents circling
I was born of gasoline