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,



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...