Abysmal - The Haunted

«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.

'Caus I’d be better off covered in lye."

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?

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 oneway ticket down.

Some say there ain’t nothing to lose, but I lost that too.

So what am I gonna do?

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…