Knee-Deep in the Dead Lyrics

Your icon of sin isn't gonna scare me away, you'll have to do better than fancy decorations.
Your abominations are nothing before the heat of my shotgun, and you're just a brain in the wall.
Now feel the bones in my fist crack against your face, I'm just one man but I'm much too much for you.
Look at your blood on the floor.

You think we're done, but we're not.
We haven't even started.
While I reload, I'll be watching you bleed out.