John's List Lyrics

Kill them, kill them
save their souls from Satan
none will live
mother, daughter, wife, sons
mother
daughter
wife
and sons
all are
gone
take them...
mark them off his list

All lie dead on the sleeping bags in the ball room
after the ghastly shots reached their heads
all except for mother
who's too heavy to move
covered faces
John mops the blood
fear of Satan
what's he done?

Mop the blood
of the ones you loved
send them to your so called god
life, you helped create
you have destroyed
kill thee that creates me
all are safe now...supposedly