Dlanovi svrbe, bijes ključa duboko unutra
Zadnja prilika da bježiš
Ne bira sredstva, mrtav ili živ
Kada kaže amen, to je stvarno kraj
Nema povratka, ne radi ekshumacije
Sanja da postaje šef patologije
Smrt je njegov poziv, smrt mu je hrana
Postao je imun na sva ta sranja
Itching palms, rage boiling deep inside
Last chance to run
He doesn't care, dead or alive
When he says amen, it's really the end
No turning back, no exhumation
He's dreaming of becoming chief of pathology
Death is his calling, death is his food
He's immune to all that shit