(Dolving talks) "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." (Chorus:) This one is abysmal This is a oneway ticket down Some say there ain't nothing to lose, but I lost that too So what am I gonna do now? 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 (Chorus:) This one is abysmal This is a oneway ticket down Some say there ain't nothing to lose, but I lost that too So what am I gonna do now? The Peripherol know the cold centre of hate It burns clean and k**s the pain I'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...