They're all going out to meet inside an empty warehouse,
To hatch a plan to run me out of town.
They'll come when I sleep.

They'll circle the house,
Put cyanide into the water pipes.
Wait till I walk out, fall onto my knees,
To surround me.

Then they'll drive me out,
To the wasteland,
To leave me for the wolves,
To eat my face.

We'll sit and stare as the maggots eat out my eyelids and my ears.
We'll sit and stare as the maggots eat out my eyelids and my ears.

They'll laugh about it tomorrow,
When my body's rotten and hollow,
And the lights are finished on time.
Nothing left except for my bones.
Bones.
Bones.
Bones.