[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.
'Caus I'd be better off covered in lye."
[Chorus:]
This one is abysmal.
This one 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 one 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 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 you on.
Lower me down the hatch and swallow me whole.
Here I go...
Come a little bit closer,
Come a little bit closer,
Come a little bit closer
So i can see what you taste like.
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