Lyrics

Come a little bit closer So I can see what you taste like 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 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? Well, I sold my soul for a reasonable stake The devil done paved the way And I'll claim my prize on 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 is a one-way ticket down Some say there ain't nothing to lose, I lost that too What are you gonna do now? The peripheral know the cold centre of hate It burns clean and kills the pain And I'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
Writer(s): Per Jensen, Patrik Jensen, Jonas Bjorler, Peter Dolving, Anders Bjorler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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