I know what this X is for

Scrawled in blood on every door

In the hands of a government whore

We will go where we've gone before

Do you want to play that game

You could kill me all the same

When the victim fears the blame

And the criminal needs the fame

Get away - get away

Get away - get away

On a devil’s holiday

It doesn’t matter what you think

The smallest stone will always sink

In the lake of schadenfreude

Whеre dreams go to be dеstroyed

Master wants, master gets

Burning skin with cigarettes

Naked ladies make perfect pets

No replies and no regrets

I am known by many names

What I control the power claims

Throw the book in the burning flames

The lion roars as the master tames

Get away - get away

Get away - get away

On a devil’s holiday

Get away - get away

Get away - get away

On a devil’s holiday