Your Favorite Enemies Firstborn
If you have to break
Say it for a friend
If you have to speak
Tell it like a condemned man
If you have to rule
Use an open hand
If you have to die
Kill the desires that you have
If you have to keep
Keep your mind at ease
If you have to sell
Break it 'til it's free
For all the words I used to sing,
Empty promises I used to believe
For all the lies I used to feed,
Empty promises I used to believe
Pass over me
Pass over me
Pass over me
While the first-born are stricken down