In The Light

You better keep on running from the mess you made

You can't lie it away, it's your way or no way, baby

Go on and pull that trigger, it's judgment day, you're gonna pay

There's no time to pray, 'cause your way is his way

Monday to Sunday, Tuesday to doomsday

In the light, he'll never follow you

In the light, there's no control of you

But he's the choir you've been preaching to

As he takes you and breaks you down

Yeah, you're going down

And did I mention that it's never gonna be the same, it's not a game

Yeah, it's much too late, 'cause your way is his way, baby

There's no time, space, or motion when there's hell to pay

You're just a name, yeah, baby, your way is his way

Monday to Sunday, Tuesday to doomsday

In the light, he won't remember you

In the light, he'll never fight for you

But he's the choir you've been preaching to

As he takes you and breaks you

From the blood inside the darkest veins

He praises misery and raises Cain

You feed the fire when you feed the beast

While he cheats you and beats you down

Yeah, you're going down

Monday to Sunday, Tuesday to doomsday

In the light, he won't remember you

In the light, he'll never fight for you

But he's the choir you've been preaching to

As he takes you and breaks you

From the blood inside the darkest veins

He praises misery and raises Cain

You feed the fire when you feed the beast

While he cheats you and beats you down

Yeah, you're going down

You're going down, baby!

Oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa

There's hell to pay, it's judgment day

Oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa

It's not a game, he's just raising Cain