Come a little bit closer.
so i can see what you taste like.
a pale face. a vision of suicide.
dead ends and a st. jude figurine.
Bury me in a shallow grave.
so the dogs can dig me out.
if i die tonight, well that suits me fine.
'cause i'd be better off covered in lye.
This one is abysmal.
this one is a one-way ticket down.
some say there ain't nothing to lose, but i lost that too -
so what am i gonna do?
I sold my soul for a reasonable stake.
the devil done paved the way.
and i'll claim the prize 'til the day i go,
when all hell comes to carry me home.
A beckoning shape. a crow to lead me on.
lower me down below.
This one is abysmal.
this one is a one-way ticket down.
some say there ain't nothing to lose -
but i lost that too - so what are you gonna do?
The peripheral know the cold centre of hate,
it burns clean and it kills the pain.
it'll cut you open and spit in your eyes.
A foul spectacle to behold.
A beckoning shape, a crow to lead me on.
lower me down the hatch and swallow me whole.
Here i go...