I filled up my cup With diamonds and rust I filled up my cup These bones They turned to dust I walk in these shoes Oh just like you do I walk in these shoes Just, oh like you do Unveiling the child within Before the grace of your sin And Lucifer has made a bed For wicked words to rest themselves in Go to sleep and we'll all give in Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin Black silk, oh wrapped around your neck And a cutthroat ilk oh behind your back The crimson moon, undresses you And you lay your face down With your heart on the ground For the devil has made his round Mother, he's got me up against the wall Fading into a line so small I heard you say I died that day And I lay face down With my heart on the ground For the devil had made his round