Small Skeletal

As they laid my bones down at the crossroads, saw my ghost Sell my soul to the inferno for petrol to get home Now each day I sink a bit faster into my father's fate Four packs a day, four decades straight Right to an unmarked grave I used to think it would sleep I used to think it would sleep I used to think it would sleep As I laid my cross down at the bones beneath my feet She came, the face of a saint, the voice of a symphony She says, "The future will be devoid of weaknesses" Free cigarettes for all the kids to make small skeletons I used to think it would sleep I used to think it would sleep I used to think it would sleep (Sleep) I used to think as I aged with time, it would shut it's eyes and just let me be (Sleep) Then I'd seen it's designs to kill and hide deceitfully inside my skin And I've been hunting it ever since