I`m hanging out in grave-yards The smell of flowers in the air All my best friends are corpses But they don`t seem to care There`s rotting skin hangin from my head I won`t listen to what`s been said A muddy coffin for my bed I`m livin life wishin I was dead I`m f*cking dead Turnin into a dead motherf*cker Turnin into a dead motherf*cker Turnin into a dead motherf*cker Turnin into a dead motherf*cker The sun has fallen form the sky And it`s curied in the grownd The devils are dancin Emptiness is everywhere to be found IжЉ¦ f*ckin found Turnin into a dead motherf*cker Turnin into a dead motherf*cker Turnin into a dead motherf*cker Turnin into a dead motherf*cker
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