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. 'Cause I'd be better off covered in lye. This one is abysmal. This one is a one-way ticket down. Some say there ain't nothing to lose, but I lost that too - so what am I gonna do? 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. This one is abysmal. This one is a one-way ticket down. Some say there ain't nothing to lose - but I lost that too - so what are you gonna do? The peripheral know the cold centre of hate, it burns clean and it kills the pain. It'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... --- Abysmal - The Haunted