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 oneway ticket down. Some 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 oneway ticket down. Some 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.
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