If I were in control, you'd all get in a line and I'd cut off your heads on at a time You mother fuckers would cry and then you would die Climb the mountain, slowly you arrive You know your own fate It's too late to survive because what's done is done It's too late to run You would finally see what you had done to me The pain and terror I've faced since I was old enough to be But it would be too late for an apology I want you all to feel as dead as me.