Every prince needs to keep his hands pretty

Angel of death must be beautiful and deadly

And that’s me, parting the clouds with a single word

My touch, smile, stealth lays you down to rest in the dirt

It’s so easy

To kill the machinery

All your friends, scheme, plot, conspire, want you dead

Tonight’s our night, you’ll be my source of entertainment

May your cup overflow with cyanide

Everyone is someone else’s free ride

It’s so easy

To kill the machinery

Your beautiful spiral comes ’round again

In early hours I end the game

I’ll breathe you in, once your flesh adds to the smog

Too master fear, you gotta practice in Hell or worse

It’s so easy

To kill the machinery

Fear keeps you ordinary