turn that other cheek, figurative and sweet
then shoot 'em in the back, knock 'em off his feet
sheath that sword of truth, dull and rusted
then bury a bullet in the brain, it can't be trusted
watch those guardians descend unseen
then rain down rockets red, all the good you mean
say a prayer for a piece, heavenly and rich
then clamor for a curse, go to hell you bitch
know the end is near, final and complete
then jump-start judgment with all you meet
