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 is a one way ticket down some say there ain t nothing to lose i lost that too 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 this one is abysmal this is a one way ticket down some say there ain t nothing to lose 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