Steel on steel grinds slow
Where do we go
This hunger it grows
Father forgive them they know not
This world is a joke
I feel the heat
Under my feet
Can't be beat
Father Son Holy Ghost
Who feels it most
Father Son Holy Ghost
We are almost lost
Electric hum in my blood
More than enough
The serpent he floods
This garden with lies
Under these skies
Born into sin
Again and again
No way to win
Just let it begin
Father Son Holy Ghost
Who feels it most
Father Son Holy Ghost
We are almost lost