The world is burned, it never hurts shanks round the bend when you're foaming at the binge On your serrated edge, you're like a snail that sticks The hiss I make is warning to the scoundrel When you walk the plank, tell me what you see Moloch in the time of mutiny When you walk the plank, tell me what you see Moloch in the time of mutiny When the body wants to fix this frame the guilty presence starts to villicate Fall into the strangle, skip around the neck this albatross is warning with extreme prejudice When you walk the plank, tell me what you see Moloch in the time of mutiny When you walk the plank, tell me what you see Moloch in the time of mutiny When you walk the plank, tell me what you see Moloch in the time of mutiny When you walk the plank, tell me what you see Moloch in the time of mutiny Half of the time I'm never clean Filth of my filth can't get no relief Half of the time I see the weak Don't roll your eyes and still you can't see All of my coins you've taken and gave Filled 'til you're bawling and still you're empty What's that satchel of numbers doing? Can't my fingers tell extinction?