From the nails in the cross
From the spoon and the flame
I'll be the fire in your eyes
And the ache in your sleep.
I've heard all about your illusions
I know how you will always need to be
Held tight in the arms of retribution
So I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming
From the bruise and the grip
You'll be biting your lip
But it all comes down to this
I'm the sting when you breathe