Timshel Songtext
von Saintseneca

Your supplications could supply cash enough
To suck up even to the worst luck
So if I′m longing for all the wrong things
I shouldn't long linger on such

Good-hearted Christians
Whip out their weapons
Push them against some sinner′s side
Well-wishing witches
Were something with which
To burn your sins and sticks alike


You're conspicuous
So I pick you up
Gonna push you against these teeth
So if you want me
Get out and grapple
The flavor of the eater is sweeter to the apple

I was hoping we would open nothing of this sort
Without warning we would join in
And how the blood would pour
Though you're Abel still unstable
I would be your Cain

No one takes your time
No one but I
No one takes your time
No, no one but I