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 fucking dead
Turnin' into a dead motherfucker
Turnin' into a dead motherfucker
Turnin' into a dead motherfucker
Turnin' into a dead motherfucker
The sun has fallen form the sky
And it's buried in the ground
The devils are dancin'
Emptiness is everywhere to be found
? fuckin' found
Turnin' into a dead motherfucker
Turnin' into a dead motherfucker
Turnin' into a dead motherfucker
Turnin' into a dead motherfucker