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