It's nothing personal at all
For I must choose the next to fall
It weren't a personal mistake
That rendered your life fit to...
Taking, using, breaking, abusing
I purge the earth of scum
Wiped, erased, I clear the way
You'll mourn the day I come
It's to late for you to set right
It's useless for you to try fight
Your unholy deeds are recorded
Your unworthy soul soon aborted
The verdict is now chosen
The sentence has been set
Your death will pay your debt