We can breath the dirt beneath our feet, the soil lines our lungs, The worms, bury through our arties, and feast upon what we’ve become, I’ll love you for eternity, you have no other choice, We’ll spend our death together, wrapped in our soiled sheets,
Cos I’m the son of the devil, Handing our bones to the earth, No wounds to drain our bodies of blood, We suffocate then fall asleep, My darling, My darling, Your prayers won’t be answered this week,
(George) The worms will one day feed on all of us, The ground will be our home, Our corpse a soiled prison, where we’ll always be alone, You’ll scratch the fuck out of our coffin, I’ll hold your hand so you feel safe, Your gorgeous when you perish babe, Embrace that rotting flesh,
Cos I’m the son of the devil, Handing our bones to the earth, No wounds to drain our bodies of blood, We suffocate then fall asleep, My darling, My darling, Your prayers won’t be answered this week,
Your screams are like music to my ears, The sound I’ve been dreaming of all these years, as you struggle for breath, Remember how this is the very last song before we burn in hell. Burn in hell.