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 one-way ticket down.
Some say there ain't nothing to lose, but I lost that too.
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.

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.
What are you gonna do now?

The Peripherol know the cold center of hate,
It burns clean and it kills the pain.
It'll cut you open and spit in your eye.

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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