When I go through this door,
I sink to the floor,
It’s alright it’s what I do.

If I look on you all,
I’m really not sure,
If I like, what you do.

Standing here on my own
History has shown you’ll take the easy way.

When I go through this door,
I catch the smell of you all.
Human kind is so small,
I’ll bring you down ‘till you crawl.

When I go through this door,
I can’t take any more,
I can’t hide this hate for you.
When I look at you all,
Who on earth should I call,
I’ve got this job to do.
With this scythe in my hand,
I’m raping this land,
It’s OK, it’s what I do
Run and fear for your lives,
The ghost with the knives,
He’s coming just for you.

Sitting in a station, waiting for a train to come.
Frighten all the people, standing on the platform.
Trying not to push them over,
Trains are gonna to crush them.
Stupid little people,
Stupid little people.