[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 StJude figurine

Bury me in a shallow grave
So the dogs can dig me out
If I die tonight, well that suits me fine
'Caus 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?

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?

The Peripherol know the cold centre of hate,
It burns clean and kills 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