(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. 'Cause I'd be better off covered in lye." (Chorus:) This one is abysmal. This 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 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 me on. Lower me down the hatch and swallow me whole. Here I go...