Another night well spent with more blood than time on my hands. No matter how hard I try, I can’t forgive, I can’t forget. What’s done is done. One grave with more to come. What’s done is done. Nevermore. Nevermore. Bury us alive, we’re six feet deep and dying to live tonight. We can’t see the light when we’re all born with coffin eyes. To cut a long story short, slit your throat and bleed yourself dry. At least I could rest easy knowing it won’t snow where you’re going. There’s nothing I’d like more than to see you squirm. We’re all born with coffin eyes.