Sangtekst: Most Precious Blood. Blame It On Altered Beast.

To defend the head - the first lesson I ever learned.
The scarring of the mind stretched across hours,
like novocaine's taste as it wears to reveal
the only thing which tastes better as it sours.
A man torn in half and a beast which obsesses on giving out what is deserved.
The urge to defend and the lust to destroy - two masters which no man can serve.
Those whom fate would destroy it first makes mad.
With me forever, the beast which helped me survive,
emerging like a parasite to defend its host
like a living nightmare walking with death on my side.
A man torn in half and a beast which obsesses on giving out what is deserved.
The urge to defend and the lust to destroy - two masters which no man can serve.
No man can serve two masters.