Tekster: Demon Hunter. Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck.

[Written by Theodore B. Parsons and Thomas Michael Victor (C) SONY/ATV Tunes LLC (ASCAP)]

Nothing breeds more contempt for this world
Than memories now formed
Every moment a new seed
Is grown to no reason, the trouble unfolds
For the trials of today
I'm no jury, really don't care how you feel
The pleasant notion of miraculous change
Drifts into multiple jeers

[Chorus:]
You want the good life
You break your back
You snap your fingers, you snap your neck

Seconds drip through my hands
Washed of moments unborn
All the spaces between bleed
A tribute to a sacrament never exposed
A message to the forces,
I've no pity, don't know how thankful to feel
Expectations of my daily bread
Gives me the hunger to steal

[Chorus]