Razor blades,
And a bottle of pills.
Goes down slow,
Gives me the chills.
Bloody knife,
To my achy throat,
Makes me scream,
No, no, no!
Up so high,
About to fall,
Good-bye to all,
I'll see you again,
Way deep down,
Where the Devil hangs,
Sky's so smoky black,
That you can't see a thing,
Fiery pits,
Red, red, red!
All over the ground.
They all wear the Devil's horn,
And they all live a life of,
Scorn, scorn, scorn!
They sit there,
And torrefy.
Just leave me there to
Die, die, die!
