Abysmal
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.
This one is abysmal.
This one is a oneway 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 '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 oneway ticket down.
Some say there ain't nothing to lose, well I lost that too.
What am I gonna do, Now?
The Peripherol know the cold center 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...