This is the dirt that grows the misery that you suck upon Oh come to bedlam you will find a fist to fuck upon This soul is itchin' to receive the taste upon your spoon My guilt will marry me and lies are gonna be my groom *Oh silence I can hear you Swinging slowly on the gentle rope **Serial killer thriller Sinsation Serial killer thriller Sinsation Serial killer thriller Sinsation Serial killer thriller Just for you And from your bitter string I suck upon all your bitter lies And wait with baited bitter breath upon your bridal knife I cannot take this thing you force into my face again I cannot hate this thing you force into my face again A choir of flies rehearse their hymns upon my open eyes Your devil crawls to me to give my somewhere I can hide *& **Repeat *& **Repeat