Weapon of Choice

I wish you happy birthday, beloved Anti-Christ
Is Babylon your mother or your hired wife?
I know you hate your daddy, but you're made in his mold
Gave you the gift of pain, wrapped in a blood red bow

Under blood
Of the moon
Voices sing
Of your doom
And your weapon of choice

You look like such a fool beneath that jester's crown
Crowley's got one too, as he knees before the throne
Your friends lie on their crosses, silver hammers coming down
Stretched out on a platter, with apples in their mouths
(Dear god no)

Under blood
Of the moon
Voices sing
Of your doom
And your weapon of choice

My name is ambition (my name is ambition)
Sit back and let it slide (let it slide)
Fear, guilt, and shame
Like sleeping pills and red wine

I know, I know where you live
I know where you live
I know where you live
I know where you live
I know where you live
I know where you live

Watching you grow numb
Under blood
Of the moon
Voices sing
Of your doom
Under blood
Of the moon
Voices sing
Of your doom
And your weapon of choice