Stood in the face of grim death
Screaming
Monsters, bring me to deafness
My dagger and swagger are useless
In the face of the mirror
When the mirror is made of my face

This is the house of death
Even angels die in the arms of demons
This is the house of death
Even angels die in the arms of demons

Hide your heart in your gut
But for what?
When they're waiting to pull you apart
Like a scarecrow
On death row
So now all your secrets are shown

This is the house of death
Even angels die in the arms of demons
This is the house of death
Even angels die in the arms of demons

No one is exempt from the odds of even
No one is exempt from the odds of even
No one is exempt from the odds of even
No one is exempt from the odds of even
No one is exempt from the odds of even!