Locust tornadoes, crosses, and Nazi halos
They follow, they follow
Ashes and friends, ass-backwards medicines
They follow, they follow

You know I might need you to lead
And part the sea so we can cross if they follow us still
I might need you to kill
Every room and every human at will

They'll drown your disease
They'll pound you with the love of Jesus
They follow, they follow
They'll own your days, they're only God's babies
They follow, they follow

They know I might need you to hack
And cover the tracks so we can hide if they cite us still
I might need you to kill

They can tell me what to read
They can sell me what to eat
They can feed me and send me the bill
But they tell me what to feel
I might need you to kill

Yeah, I might need you to kill
I might need you to kill