So give me all your poison, and give me all your pills and give me all your hopeless hearts; and make me ill . You're running after something , that you'll never kill. If this is what you want then fire at will.
Preach all you want but who's gonna save me? I keep a gun on the book you gave me, hallelujah, lock and load. Black is the kiss, the touch of the serpent son, it ain't the mark or the scar that makes you one, and one, and one, and one. You'll never make me leave, I wear this on my sleeve.
Give me a reason to believe

So give me all your poison, and give me all your pills
and give me all your hopeless hearts; and make me ill